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A/N:
OK, I�m done taking a cold shower to cool myself off that last chapter and I�m
still feeling warm and fuzzy inside�Eh heh�Well,
shall we continue?

Disclaimer:
I do not own Osmosis Jones and whatever characters that is in it. But I wish I
could own the pairings� T_T

POISON
�� After staying for about 3 days in
the mouse�s body, Thrax decided it was time for them
to make their move. Listening in to Abigail�s phone conversation, they found
out that she was going to attend another Rodent Lovers� Fair next week and the
possible number of people attending would prove a good way to find the perfect
victim.
�� On the day of the fair, Thrax and Ozzie waited patiently at the tip of the mouse�s
nose along with Cox and his family, who decided as well that it was about time
they moved on to another rat city. Lucky for them, there were a lot of rodents
as well as people in the fair, some of them having the huge common black rats
as pets. Bidding their farewells to Serione and each
other, they waited for the opportune moment to leap off the mouse�s nose and
went off their separate ways.
�� Thrax,
with Ozzie holding onto him tight, leapt and glided from one obstacle to
another to find the best body they could get into. Ozzie helped him be his
tracking eyes as to which one he thought could be the best victim, but
ultimately Thrax chose a middle-aged man who was one
of the curious visitors in the fair just checking out the event. They landed on
the donut he was eating and hid in the icing sugar, bracing themselves
as the man took another bite, swallowing them in.
�� Ozzie learnt that occasionally, Thrax was a sucker for making grand entrances. Just as he
did when he came into the private booth during their secret meeting with the
immunity force in the city of Nana, he made his shocking appearance when the
saliva boat came to do their routine check-up of germ-busting. Holding onto Thrax just right, Ozzie watched as Thrax
used his killer claw to blast them out of the gooey dough they were encased in
and stood there as Thrax killed off the poor saliva
boat cells before navigating the boat down the throat. Once they were almost
close to the highway that led to the stomach, they leapt off the boat and flew
down the other connecting highway to the liver to lay low for a while, leaving
the boat to its unknown fate.
�� Gregory Metropolis�the city they
were in�was an average Joe sort of city, although it
looked much better than Frank and Nana combined. It would probably prove a bit
of a challenge for Thrax because Gregory was a man
who lived life to the fullest with no record of any major health problems. Of
course, Gregory had his ups and downs of health when he was younger, but other
than that, it did not affect the city in any sort of tidal scale. Officers of
Gregory�s finest were pretty competent and the inhabitants of Gregory were
basically happy, contented and healthy. Ozzie could tell that to take this city
down, they were going to need to approach the correct party.
�� Again, Ozzie became an accessory to Thrax�s plan. Posing as a male hooker (under the threat of
punishment by Thrax, of course), Ozzie was asked to
try and look for suitable people to be recruited for his Master�s grand heist.
Using his investigative skills and his experience in undercover work, Thrax sent him to certain areas to try and look for
interested candidates and the first place he dropped him off was The Mole
Blitz, which was a disco pub located just above Gregory�s left armpit.
�� I thought you didn�t want me to be
touched,� Ozzie complained as they stood in a secluded area a few feet away
from the pub.
�� Well, in this case, we�ll have to
make an exception,� Thrax said as he stroked Ozzie�s
face with his non-lit killer claw. �Desperate times calls for desperate
measures, baby, and in this kind of city, we�re gonna
need all the help we can get.�
�� I�m sensing some ground rules
you�re gonna give me before I make my move,� Ozzie
pouted, folding his arms across his chest.
�� Very smart, baby,� Thrax chuckled while undoing the leash he had on Ozzie
throughout their entire journey in Gregory. �The only thing I will not allow
you to let them do is have their lips on you. They can touch or grope you
anywhere they liked except you-know-where, but their lips are off limits on any
part of your body, especially your own, period. Got that, baby?�
�� Crystal,� Ozzie replied grudgingly.
He didn�t like being touched, much less being kissed, by anyone in particular,
but unless he wanted to be unable to sit properly or be degraded further than
he already was, he thought it wise to just stick with the game plan.
�� Now go,� Thrax
pecked Ozzie�s forehead and shoved him towards the direction of the pub. �Make
me proud, baby. You know which room I�ll be in.�
�� Taking a deep breath, Ozzie relaxed
his shoulders and made his way into the front door of the pub. There was quite
a long line waiting outside the pub to get in because of the sheer amount of
people inside, but Ozzie marched right up to the security guard there and gave
him the most seductive smile he could muster�pretending the other party was
Leah�and flashed his bare back a little to him to persuade him to let him in
first. After allowing the guard to caress his back (much to his disgust) and
promising him that he�ll have �a good time� once his shift was over, the cell
was allowed in amidst the protest of those waiting in line.
�� Once inside, Ozzie scanned through
the area and noticed there was a handful of potential germs and bacteria-s
seemingly good enough for his Master�s agenda. Keeping himself within their
eyeshot, he strutted his stuff and moved to the center
of the dance floor. He gave a flirtatious eye contact with the DJ jamming the
songs to crank up the beat and leaned his neck from side to side to get rid of
the cricks. Once the music switched to a stronger techno beat, Ozzie started
moving to it, swaying his hips and arms along with the music. Many people who
saw him break the dance floor approached him one by one (sometimes more than
one at one time) to dance with him, but only a few of them seemed to be worthy
enough to be chosen as part of Thrax�s crew, while
others were just the regular people wanting to have a go with him. Thinking
back to his high school where he used to moonlight as a dancer in clubs to lure
in the cash (and the ladies) and also the times where he had to go undercover
involving going to discos and clubs to shake a tail-cell or two, he danced
along with anyone who came along, gesturing those he thought were good to wait
for him outside the private room in the pub Thrax had
booked and designated him to bring, while getting lost in his little world of
pounding tempo and blasting sound waves. Occasionally he stole a glance at the
other germs and bacteria-s who chose to look from
afar, giving them the same eye contact he gave the DJ that they were welcomed
to approach him anytime. Their grins and smirks told Ozzie that they have
gotten the message.
�� Well, well, well, what do we have
here? Baby, you�re lookin� mighty fine.�
�� A deep, husky voice made Ozzie
turned to look in front of him. The voice belonged to a male that stood
equivalently as tall as Thrax, with dirty blonde
locks that ran all the way past his butt and greenish-black skin. He had the
most haunting red eyes Ozzie had ever seen, with black pupils like a snake�s,
and when he smiled, he had teeth exactly like Thrax�s.
He was wearing a dark blue vest and a pair of three-quarter pants and cellular
leather boots, and had mini neon lights hanging out of the loops of his pants
where the belt was supposed to be. As he ran his claws through Ozzie�s hair,
the cell could tell this person was more than a germ or a
bacteria.
�� Funny, I didn�t think there�d be
viruses in this joint,� Ozzie said as he continued to dance around the male,
swaying his hips to the beat.
�� Oh, I�ve been laying low for quite
some time, baby,� the virus replied, sounding almost exactly his Master. He
wrapped one hand around Ozzie�s waist and smirked, �You, on the other hand, are
new in town, ain�t cha? Care to join me for a drink?�
�� If you don�t mind the extra
company,� Ozzie replied, pointing at the germs and bacteria-s that were
starting to get off their seats and moving towards them, �and also if you don�t
mind a bit of a score my Master is offering.�
�� I see,� the virus raised a brow in
interest. �So you�re serving under a pimp now. Kinky. My kind of baby.�
�� Shall we?� Ozzie said as he turned
towards the group of germs and bacteria-s, who in turn followed his lead to the
private room where Thrax was waiting.
--:--
�� Thrax?�
�� Klepta?�
�� Thrax and
the said Klepta stood in front of each other in
surprise as Ozzie led the group into the private room. If he didn�t have his
blonde hair and greenish-black skin, he and Thrax
would�ve looked like twins.
�� What the heck are you doing here?� Thrax demanded, clearly offended at the younger virus�
presence.
�� What the heck are you doing here? This is my joint!� Klepta
growled back.
�� Um�You guys know each other?� Ozzie
asked awkwardly, even though he knew it was a dumb question.
�� Baby, you didn�t tell me your pimp was
my half-brother,� Klepta said as he put an arm around
Ozzie�s shoulder. Thrax snarled and pushed Klepta away, holding the surprised Ozzie possessively.
�� Keep your hands away from my pet, you ass! And no one calls him
�Baby� but me!�
�� I don�t see your name written on
this doll! �Sides, he came on to me himself!�
�� He came on to you because he didn�t
know any better! I told him to gather recruits, and got you as the runt of the
litter!�
�� You�re still the sulky, whiny
half-elder brother I always knew,� Klepta sneered.
�Now who�s the runt of the litter?�
�� Is that a challenge?� Thrax growled and flexed out his killer claw, prompting Klepta to arm himself with both his claws glowing in some
sort of sickly green plasma-like flare.
�� Bring it on, wimp!�
�� Guys!
Guys, stop!� Ozzie quickly stood between the brothers before they started an
all-out war. �Master, the recruits are all here waiting for your big plan.
Shouldn�t you start briefing them?�
�� Wait, you�re gonna
steal my joint now?� Klepta asked bewilderedly. �I
was here first! This is my city to blow, not yours! Why do you always have to
take what�s rightfully mine?!�
�� Well, it�s your fault for taking
your sweet time! Finders, keepers, baby��
�� Master, please,� Ozzie begged,
embracing Thrax to stop him from squabbling any
longer. �I promised them you�ll show up. Please��
�� Thrax
glared long and hard at Klepta before retracting his
killer claw and ran his fingers through his dreadlocks, composing himself.
After allowing Ozzie to adjust his collar and shirt, he turned to the direction
of the germs and bacteria-s all seated there waiting for something to happen,
but not before having the final word.
�� You�re lucky I got a pet that had
the bleeding hearts of the world united in him. I�ll call you when I need you,
Jones. Make sure you keep that runt outta my way
while I talk business with the boys.�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie nodded
obligingly.
�� Who you�re calling�� Klepta�s yell was cut short when he saw Thrax
was clearly shutting him out. With a huff, he stomped out of the private room
and sat at a drinking booth just right outside the corridor. Ozzie, after
taking a second glance to make sure Thrax didn�t need
him just yet, walked out and joined him.
�� Hey, uh�Sorry about that�I didn�t
know��
�� Ain�t
your fault, doll,� Klepta grumbled as he took two
glasses of glowing drinks from the passing-by waiter and offered one to Ozzie.
�You don�t have to apologize for my half-brother. He�s an ass. Always has been,
always will be. Standing up for him would be a waste of your time.�
�� How did you get into this body
anyway?� Ozzie asked. �Last time we checked, Gregory was in tip-top shape.�
�� Well, doll, conveniently for me, he
probably had forgotten about being nipped by the neighbour�s
puppy a few months back. It may have grazed his finger a little, but it was
enough for me to hop in. I was planning to take him down, since ol� Greg didn�t think that rabies shot was necessary, when
your Master showed up.�
�� You said Thrax
is your half-brother. How did that go about?�
�� Klepta
drained the drink in one gulp before continuing, the drink leaving a dim glow
on his tongue, �We are half-siblings on the mother�s side. Our father was a
bigamist and enjoyed having many wives under his wing to spread the bloodline,
but Thrax�s mother is basically like the matriarch of
the sisterhood. My mother is from the Rabies family while our 5 other mothers
are from the Salmonella, TB, German Measles, Yellow
Fever and Ebola family.�
�� Wow, that�s�a really big family,�
Ozzie widened his eyes in shock, imagining the Black Death having so many
she-viruses tailing along behind him with spawns of their own.
�� Thrax had
always been the spoilt brat of the family, always whining and griping and
wanting everything for himself. Of all the siblings,
he hated the ones from our Ebola mother with a passion because he was jealous
of their killing abilities and that the mother always bragged about the
glorious good ol� days when her family struck fear in
everyone as one of the deadliest, most grotesque diseases next to AIDS. If
anyone had inspired him to be such a glory-hog and always wanting to prove his
worth, forcing him to finally stand up on his own two feet, it�ll probably be
her.�
�� Guess
that�s where his obsession and determination to break records and getting into
medical books came from, Ozzie sipped his drink quietly, which was
bitter-sweet to the taste with a tinge of alcohol, finally understanding a
little about the source of his Master�s overzealousness.
�� Dang, doll, look
at me! I�m talking to you as if I�ve known you forever!� Klepta laughed at himself. �You must have some sort of
power over me to loosen my tongue like this.�
�� Maybe I just got one of those
faces,� Ozzie said, then thought, Or maybe you�re just friggin� drunk!
�� So what�s your story, doll? I can see
that you ain�t from around this body.�
�� Yeah, well, it�s kinda sorta long story,� Ozzie
scratched his chin and looked away, �but the gist of it is that he destroyed my
city, kidnapped me and made me a partially infected cell,� he gestured at his
dimly glowing body, �and forced me to be his slave, always making me do all
sorts of perverted things while doing it to me as well.�
�� I think you look stunning as a
partially infected cell. But it does strike me as odd,� Klepta
tapped his chin wonderingly. �The little wimp had always been a loner even
amongst us. He�s not known to be attached to anyone or anything. I�m actually
surprised you had it easy with him.�
�� Ozzie rolled his eyes at the last
remark. Nothing was �easy� when it was Thrax they
were talking about. But some of Klepta�s words sort
of rang true. Throughout his days with Thrax, he had
watched the virus kill without mercy and left many for dead, even gave the
death penalty to those who defied him, but Ozzie had always been kept alive
till now. Thrax had threatened death many times over
with his killer claw at him, but never once did he felt the wrath of, as Thrax put it, �heating up like a sidewalk on a summer day�.
Spanked, yes. Slapped, yes. Scolded, yes. Forced to do and endure perverted punishments,
yes. Actual death, never. Ozzie was lost in his
thought trying to make sense of it all.
�� Do you hate being with him?�
�� I�m sorry, what?� Ozzie looked up
at Klepta, his muse broken.
�� Do you like the things he�s done to
you so far?� Klepta asked, taking another round of
drinks for them.
�� O�Of course not!�
Ozzie protested. �You have no idea what dirty things he made me do against my
will, and what he does to me whenever I disobeyed him or whenever he couldn�t
keep his hormones in his pants!�
�� So I asked: Do you hate being with
him?�
�� Well, I�I dunno�I
mean, I guess I�� Ozzie somehow suddenly found himself unable to answer the question. It was simple enough.
He didn�t like what Thrax did to him, right? He was
taken against his will to become his slave and killed Frank and everyone he
loved in him. He was spanked black and blue whenever he misbehaved, and made to
do very degrading things. He was happy enough to be able to at least eat and
breathe without having to ask permission. He was a murderer, a sadist and
everything evil in between. He should have the right to be angry with him,
right? Then the answer should obvious enough for this question. Why couldn�t he
bring himself to say it? Why won�t the simplest answer to the easiest question
in the whole wide world spill out of his mouth?
�� Klepta
grinned, seemingly knowing the mystery behind Ozzie�s hesitation, and said,
�Well, since I�ve spouted so much of our skeletons in the family closet, lemme tell you something about Thrax.
Something he would never, ever admit, even to himself. The
real reason why he is so hell-bent on making it big in the medical books.�
�� If Ozzie had dog ears, it would�ve
perked up eagerly to hear what Klepta had to say.
�� When he was 21 and was getting the
hang of his powers, he stepped into his first city and unexpectedly fell for a
she-cell who worked under the Scab Unit. She was quite charismatic and
headstrong, and despite himself, ol� wimp there got
himself falling heads over heels for her. He planned to stay in the city and give
up his nature, and had been wooing her in his own so-called gentleman ways.
�� The she-cell knew their love was
forbidden, but she accepted his advances anyway. But an immunity he-cell who
had a crush on her found out about their illicit relationship and was adamant
to get rid of Thrax to have her for his own. That
he-cell snuck into the she-cell�s home and killed her family in cold blood,
imitating Thrax�s signature MO and thus put the blame
on the poor wimp. The she-cell was so upset that she committed suicide by
confronting Thrax and forced his killer claw into
her, boiling her alive, telling him before she died that she would never
forgive him even in death and he would regret betraying her for the rest of his
miserable life. Sometimes I wonder who was the real bad guy here, Thrax or the cell who swore an oath in immunity to protect
the city for all its worth.
�� After finding the he-cell and
killing him, trashing the city in the process, Thrax
was never the same again. His loner personality got worse, and he became much
more malicious and vicious than he already was, with his ego and jazz-loving
attitude as a cover-up for a deadly killer within. He killed, pillaged and
burned because the fire and the heat he caused was probably the only
consolation he could get from his pained past, the only comfort he could get
from the scorch knowing that the she-cell is part of it, consumed and living
forever within it, to feel her presence within those flames�Probably also the
only way he could create a tribute to the only she-cell he had ever loved so
deeply through the recognition in the medical books��
�� H�How do you know
all this?� Ozzie asked in surprise and wonder as he looked at Klepta�s faraway gaze.
�� I may hate his guts and all, but
he�s still the closest to a real brother he had ever been with me compared to
the rest of our siblings. I was there, doll. His mother made me go along with
him to�learn the ropes from him, as she put it, and I was there when everything
happened. I watched as Thrax swoon over her
endlessly, even though he furiously denied it in front of me, and I watched as
the she-cell melted away in Thrax�s arms when she
committed suicide through his means. We went our separate ways after that, only
bumping into each other once in a blue moon, getting at each other�s throats in
the process. Didn�t think we�d meet again.�
�� Oh, well, I guess it�s thanks to
me,� Ozzie looked down, barely realizing he had already finished his drink.
�� There I go again. Spouting to you
all our family secret�s, even telling you Thrax�s
deep, dark ones that he�d rather keep it within him, locked, the key thrown
away and forgotten. What are you doing to me, doll?�
�� Nothing
you did to yourself, Ozzie thought as he smiled sheepishly on the outside.
�� Listen, doll,� Klepta
said as he took Ozzie�s chin. �Don�t tell Thrax that I
told you all this, and if you feel that your true answer about your feelings
towards Thrax is hate, feel free to find me. Since he�s
here, there�s no point for me to take down this city. It�s his turf now. I�ll
hang around and watch his handiwork before I leave, just for the sake of seeing
if he was really worth being mentioned in the medical books, but if you like, I
can hitch you a ride where you can pick a body and live the rest of your life
normally.�
�� Ozzie held his breath in shock. Him leaving
Thrax for good and leave this hellish life to live a
normal one in a new city? Maybe wanting a normal life was asking too much,
given his partially infected condition, but still, to no longer be subjected to
the perverse things Thrax made him do? Could he
actually help him do that? What about Thrax? What would
become of him? Could this Klepta guy even be trusted?
�� No need to wrack your brains over
it, doll,� Klepta laughed at Ozzie�s facial
expression. �Take your time. Thrax ain�t gonna leave so soon, not
till he�s done with this gig. Just tell me when you�re ready.�
�� W�Why�? Why are you�treating me so
nice�?� Ozzie asked skeptically.
�� Coz you�re such a fine thing, doll,
that�s why. I can see why Thrax is so possessive over
you now,� Klepta replied huskily before taking
another long look at the cell. His red eyes widened a little when he noticed
something, �Heck, now that I look at you, doll, you look just like her, only
you�re a guy.�
�� Like who?�
�� Trisha. The she-cell I was talking
about. The Trisha whom Thrax was so
crazy about.�
�� W-Wha�?�
�� Jones. Get
in here, baby.�
�� Ozzie turned to see Thrax�s authoritative look as he held the door open for the
cell to enter. Quickly, Ozzie got off his seat and went in. Thrax
gave a last venomous glare at Klepta before shutting
the door, then proceeded to put Ozzie in display and
giving them the usual false promises of coming along with him for the ride to
conquer other cities.
�� As Ozzie quietly allowed Thrax to treat him like a prized trophy, he couldn�t help
feeling a sort of revelation behind Thrax�s demeanour, and also Klepta�s
deal.

A/N:
Hmm�Klepta sure offered a rather promising deal, but
can he be trusted? Does Ozzie even want to
leave Thrax? You�ll have to find out on your own! Reviews
plz!
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