Haywire P.3-Straight from Hell

Haywire Part 3-

Straight from Hell

I own nothing except for Cera and the fanfic.
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"Thra-Thrax! You're supposed to be dead!" Cera stuttered, shrinking against the wall. Now what, Bellum?

"Ain't it great, baby? Get a second chance to rip that big mouth of yours off." Thrax replied smoothly. Cera's eyes widened. He still remembered when she called him weaker than Chicken Pox.

"Oh, shit." Cera squeaked. She had to get outta there! She had to warn the department! She had to-
One step at a time, Bellum. she thought. Step One: Get away from Thrax. Possibly the hardest one to do. There was no where left to run, to hide.  She shook uncontrollably. NO! I refuse to show fear against this asshole! She took a deep breath and drew herself to her full height in an attempt to look braver than she felt.

"I'm NOT afraid of you!" she yelled.

"Oh, REALLY?" Thrax said, stroking her face with that index finger that could murder a cell with the slightest prick. Suddenly she didn't feel so brave.

She tried to remember how she escaped him in their first encounter. She had squeezed through a crack in the wall. But this was the freaking brain! There where no cracks in the wall! ...But what if she could squeeze past Thrax somehow?  She thought back to Ozzy's fight with Thrax. He had reduced himself to a puddle in order to sneak up on Thrax and save his girlfriend, Leah. Could Cera do that? She had to try!

She felt herself shrinking and squeezed by Thrax. She let herself pop up to her usual height and sprinted for the door. She yanked it open. She heard Thrax growl in frustration and anger behind her, but she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, panting. She was almost giddy with excitement and adrenaline.

Step 2: Warn the Department

Who would be on duty this time of night? The door started to heat up behind her.
"Sonofabitch is meltin' the door down!" She yelled, pushing off from the door, not daring to look back. Now who WOULD be on duty? Well, someone who wouldn't laugh in her face and say "Aw, poor probie!"

She hated when people didn't believe her because she was the "probie". She needed someone who would treat this seriously.
OZZY! Ozzy would listen to her (not to mentioned he saved her butt plenty of times and had learned to take her seriously)! But first, she needed to get far enough from Thrax to place the call. She picked up speed, rounding a corner at top speed. She rested against the wall and grabbed her radio.

"JONES!" She screamed into it.

"GEEZ! Are you tryin' to make me deaf, Bellum?!" came the reply.

"No, I'm trying to get backup! I need some help, here!"

"Lemme guess, Ebola?" Cera felt heat on her left shoulder.

He was coming!

"NO! It's worse! WAY worse! It's...Thrax!" there was an audible gasp over the radio. "He's in the brain!"

"Okay, Bellum, we're on our way. Stay put!" The heat intensified.

"No, thanks." she squeaked, dropping the radio. She ran for her life.

"BELLUM? BELLUM?! Answer me!" Thrax rounded the corner, saw the radio, and chuckled.

She had called for help. From Osmosis Jones, no less. This should be fun.