"Revenge is a Dish Best Served Scalding Hot"

A Fanfic by Koh. Based upon the movie Osmosis Jones.

Chapter 1

"Hey Drix, don't wait up for me. I'm going to head out to The Zit tonight."

Drix had peered over the top of his newspaper as Ozzy walked toward the front door of their apartment. "Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?"

Ozzy turned and smirked at the oversized pill. "I'm just gonna get down wit' it with some fine antibodies, you know what I'm sayin'?" He tilted his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and leaned against the door. "This white blood cell is a lone wolf on the prowl."

"Whatever you say, Jones." Drix rolled his eyes and looked back down at his newspaper while covering his amused smile.

Ever since Frank's recovery from the Red Death, Frank had been eating much healthier which had lead to less police investigations of bacterial infections and more time for Ozzy to go out on the town.

"Hey there lady, what's shakin'?" Ozzy eyed the female white blood cell sitting at the bar.

The young female cell looked up Ozzy up and down, then glared at him. "You look like a cell that would much rather be dividing with yourself." She tossed her drink at him and walked away.

"Hey!" He wiped furiously at his drenched jacket. "I am a hero in this city, you know!"

Ozzy waded through the crowd towards the restroom. He solemnly wrung his jacket in the sink. He poked his hand into one of the pockets and pulled out an old crumpled photograph. He stared at it for the longest moment and sighed, whispering to himself. "Where did I go wrong, Leah? Why can't you tell me so I can finally move on with my life?"

"Well well well... If it isn't Jones."

Ozzy froze as he looked up at the mirror and saw a familiar dark shadow looming right behind him. "Th-Thrax!? But... But I thought you were dead!"

"Guess again." He smirked and pressed up against Ozzy's back as he brought his red hot claw up to Ozzy's face. "Do you really think I'd let you off that easily after what you had done to me?"

Ozzy held his breath and shrunk back as he felt the heat from Thrax's body radiating on his back. Thrax's finger of red hot death lingered much too close to his face for comfort. "Chill out, man. Let's not do anything that we'd regret." He slowly reached his hand into his pocket to unsheathe his gun.

Thrax eyed his victim like a hawk and swooped his hand down to Ozzy's weapon. Ozzy gasped as he watched his weapon bubble and melt in his assailant's clawed hand. Thrax smirked and pinned him against the wall while holding his red claw up to Ozzy's neck. "Oh, my only regret is that I didn't take the chance to destroy you when I first met you. I don't think I'll ever regret doing what I'm about to do to you now. I bet you've never seen how cats like me reproduce, have you Jonesy?"

Ozzy's heart started racing. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as anxiety started to settle in. The heat from Thrax's finger of death inches away from his throat started to sear his membrane flesh.

Thrax chortled and hissed into Ozzy's ear, "I'll show you right now."

The sound of clothing rustling drove Ozzy into a panic. He started squirming underneath his predator.

"No way you are getting out of this one, Jones." Thrax threateningly pointed the tip of his finger between Ozzy's eyes. Ozzy whimpered as Thrax grabbed his wrists tightly with one hand and pulled down Ozzy's pants with the other.

"Please, for the love of Frank! Please don't!"

Thrax pressed his bare pelvis up against Ozzy. His girthy member stiffened as a sharp like needle, in similar vain to his red death finger, began to emerge from the top of the head. Thrax sneered into the wall mirror at Ozzy's horrified reflection. "I promise this will only pinch a little bit. And then you will no longer feel anything, dear Jonesy."

Ozzy looked down as he witnessed through his translucent pelvis the red glow of Thrax's throbbing, pointed member. He feebly tried squirming away from Thrax, but each little movement he made, Thrax held his pointed finger closer to his throat. Tears started to well in his eyes as he prayed to Frank that what Thrax was about to do to him wouldn't instantly turn him into an exploded white blood cell mess like he had seen happen to his other friends before. His life started to flash before his eyes as he felt Thrax's member teasingly graze his membrane. "Please Thrax! Let's just talk this over. I know you're upset but-"

Ozzy let out a blood curdling scream.

Thrax mercilessly thrust the sharp tip into Ozzy's membrane, forcing to break the skin open for entry. He then slammed Ozzy's head against the wall. He laughed viciously as he dropped down his hands to his victim's hips. "You're mine now, Jones!"

Ozzy's limbs started to feel numb. A searing red heat started to engulf his vision. Suddenly, everything went black.