I Almost Said I Love You-Chapter 9

*the next day, Oz's door was unlocked, n it was Thrax bringing in the breakfast*

Thrax: *looks ard at the mess n wasn't amused* Thinking of redecorating the plc here, baby? U sure have a bad sense of aesthetics

Ozzy was sat on the bare matress on the bed, scowling as he saw Thrax coming in through the door. Ignoring his statement, he spoke up. "Why have you locked me in here? You can't keep me here, I have my own damned home and life!"

Thrax: Not anymore, baby *puts the tray of breakfast on the table. It was a nice spread too, almost like one of those rich English breakfast* Ur life is here, right here, right now. Deal with it. Ur old life doesnt exist anymore. I made sure of it. And if ur a good boy, I might just allow u to walk ard the house. It's vry nice plc to behold *smirks*

Ozzy looked up in shock, what was he talking about? His old life didn't exsist? "... What have you done!?" he said, sitting up suddenly, frowning at the virus. "This is kidnapping, you can't do this to me! I am not some damned pet!" he snapped at him, throwing a torn up pillow at the tall virus.

Thrax; *gingerly dodge the pillow n pinned Oz dwn by the wrist* Do u evn realize tht there had not been a single soul out there looking for u? No phone calls. No immunity coming to ask questions. No media broadcast of u missing. Not evn a bloody phone call frm ur little ex-gf. Face it, Oz. U are old news. No one cares abt u anymore. This is not kidnapping. Not tht anyone realizes it anyway. This is a revelation, a rebirth for u frm ur old life to the new. U no longer have to suffer for the pain ur old life has caused u. U are starting anew, from scratch, with me, for all eternity. U will remember tht *runs his tongue along Oz's cheek*

Ozzy grunted as he was pinned down, still glaring until he began to speak. He slowly looked saddened, turning his head away from him as his hands tightening into fists. No calls? No one trying to find him? Did no one really care about him? Even so, he didn't want to stay with the virus that had ruined his life and humiliated him! "... I'll NEVER be with you..." he whispered, arching away when he felt the tongue.

Thrax: *smirks* Oh u'd be surprised wht ur willing to do *captures Oz's lips in a deep kiss before letting him go* Have some breakfast. I'm going out to "solve" the Mayor's case. I'll be bk soon *leaves a chaste kiss on the cell's forehead before he leaves the room n locked it*

Ozzy's eyes widened as he was kissed, flushing lightly before gasping as he pulled away. "W-wha..." he mumbled, watching the other leave before he scrambled up. "N-no!" he called out, rushing to the door, groaning as he found that the virus had locked it.

Thrax: *twirls his hypothalamus chain as he made his way out of the mansion to the garage n drove off to the PD*

Ozzy sighed softly before blinking, an idea popping into his head before he quickly went to the wardrobe. Getting a coat hanger, he twisted it and such before using it to try and pick the lock of the door.

*the lock was one of those ancient times lock tht took Oz forever to try n pick it, since this mansion was of slightly medieval nature*

Ozzy grunted and grumbled to himself, struggling to pick the lock. It took a long while, but he managed to unlock the door. He gave a grin when he heard the click and tossed the hanger to the side, opening up the door to leave.

*the house was bloody huge, without a single soul in the house. Everything ard the plc was richly decorated, someone only a person with the highest status can be able to afford*

Ozzy blinked in surprise, looking around the home. He shook his head quickly though, no time to get distracted! He needed to get out of here. Quickly heading for the stairs, he began searching for the main door.

*the main door was just right at the guest hall, right aftr he comes dwn the stairs frm the left, bt wht he didnt knw tht the doorknob was rigged with an mild jolt of electricity to prevent Oz frm leaving*

Ozzy soon found the door, smiling happily. Finally, he could get out of here and get back his life! Rushing over to the door as quickly as he could, he reached out, gripping the door handle. His eyes instantly widened as he cried out lightly, jumping and stumbling back, staring at the door. "W-what the hell?!"

*flickers of electric static flared at the doorknob where he touched, as if warning him tht if he tried anything stupid he was gonna be burned to a crisp*

Ozzy whimpered, rubbing his hand and glaring at the door before looking around. Moving into a new room, he attempted to open the window.

*No luck. The windows were rigged as well, bt not with electricity, bt something tht kept them stuck fast regardless how u budge it*

Ozzy groaned, sighing before heading off to explore the house. How was he supposed to get out of this place? And before Thrax got back...

*the house had everything a man could wish for: looks, class, aesthetics and above all, riches. It was almost flawless. It was a home any cell would kill to have*

Ozzy was amazed by the house, it was better than he could ever think of, something he'd never be able to afford. He bit his lip, shaking his head. He couldn't be taken in by this.

*his breakfast was still untouched in his bedroom, n it was high time his stomach protested for something to eat*

Ozzy's stomach had been growling but he had been ignoring it. Sighing, he gave up and headed back to the room he had come from. Looking to the food, his stomach gave a very loud growl making him whine. "Fine, fine..." he grumbled, moving to the food and beginning to eat.

*the food, evn though it was a little cold frm neglect, tasted delicious, though it struck as odd tht there was no one in sight at the mansion, not even servants*

Ozzy soon finished all that he could burping and rubbing his stomach. That tasted so different from what he was used to. "Mmm... I still miss my instant noodles..." he mumbled to himself, sighing as he sat on the bed. What was he supposed to do around here?

*the picture of the couple he found in the clothes' pocket was still there at his bedside table where he left it*

Ozzy sighed, deciding that all he could really do was get some sleep. Grabbing the pillow and his torn blanket, he pulled them onto the bed and laid down, soon falling asleep.

*all the while, Thrax had been busy deviating the PD with planted evidence so as they would find another suspect to incriminate, while totally clearing all suspicions on Oz. By the time he was done for the day, it was almost late afternoon*

Thrax: *returns home n deactivated the rigs off the door n windows before entering, n went to chk on Oz. He was shocked at first to see his door unlocked bt wen he went in, he was almost relieved to see Oz still in bed, sleeping like a log*

Ozzy had his arms and legs wrapped around the torn up blanket, shivering slightly as he buried his head on the pillow groaning some, the she-cells name coming from his lips.

Thrax: *frowns as Leah's name was mentioned, bt it was clear tht Oz was not exactly sleeping in comfortable conditions. He saw the picture on the bedside table n smirked, pocketing it while he picked Oz bridal style into another guest room tht was next door to his own master bedroom. He lay him on the bed n covered him with a nice thick, warm blanket before he left the room thru the conjoined door tht joins his master bedroom to this room*

Ozzy shifted around with a frown when he was moved, curling up in the blankets, tossing and turning, ending up wrapping up in them like a cacoon, not that he minded at all.

Thrax: *stole a look at the picture, then grinned, thinking of the next plan he had in store for Oz*

Ozzy groaned, soon awaking, blinking in confusion when he found himself wrapped up in a thick blanket. "Nnn? What the..." he mumbled, shifting around before laying on his back.

Thrax: *was at his master bedroom listening to some jazz music, humming to himself, n it could be heard thru the conjoined door*

Ozzy slowly unwrapped himself, looking a little confused but he made his way to the new door that was in this room. Cracking it open, he peeked in, his eyes widening. When had he gotten back?

Thrax: *was relaxing on the couch listening to the music, his eyes closed, reli enjoying it. He was only in his long black pants, his upper body with well-pronounced muscles in all the right places. When the music ended, he opened one eye n saw the crack on the door* U mustn't linger in the doorways, baby. It's rude. One might question ur upbringing

Ozzy blinked in surprise, his eyes widening when the other spotted him in the door crack. He quickly shut the door and gulped, moving back over to the bed. Damn, he had been caught. He cursed, shifting around before blinking. "Hey... where's that picture...?" he mumbled to himself.

Thrax: Looking for this? *leaning against teh door frame as he quietly opened the door, waving the picture in the air at him with a smirk*

Ozzy blinked in surprise before his eyes widened. "Hey! Give me that back!" he snapped, his eyes narrowing at him as he got to his feet.

Thrax: *held it up high in the air, making Oz grapple at air. His height served a good advantage for himself* Why should I? It's not urs to begin with *grins evilly*

Ozzy jumped up, grabbing at the picture, accidently rubbing against the virus. "I don't care! I found it so give it back!"

Thrax: *grins wen he felt the rub n quickly captures him by the waist with one arm, holding him close while his other hand still held the picture above his head* My, my, arent we a fiesty little thing? *with just tht arm, he picked the cell up until they were quite face to face, the cell's legs dangled a few inches above ground* Do u want to knw who were these ppl?

Ozzy blinked before gasping out as his body was pressed against the other's body, scowling up at him. "I am anything but little!" he snapped, cheeks pinking as he grumbled, feeling like a child. Gasping as he was lifted, he blinked in surprise. "Huh... well... yeah?"

Thrax: *grins* Well, hold on tight, baby. I'll show u who they are *pockets the picture while still carrying Oz in tht fashion, the cell dangling a few inches above ground* taking him dwnstairs. At first it was thought he made a beeline to where the BDSM basement room was where they had their first intimacy in this mansion bt instead he took a left n went dwn an underground staircase to another part of the basement tht seemed to lead dwnwards to an underground dungeon*

Ozzy grunted, squirming around in the other's hold, trying to pull himself up by the virus' shoulders. He didn't like being carried like this, he felt like a child, which he wasn't! "Wha... where are you taking me?" he asked, squirming around, looking confused.

Thrax: Stay put, baby *tightened his grip on Oz* Unless u want me to drop u dwn the stairs *smirked at Oz's question* Like I said, I'm taking u to see the ppl in the picture *walked dwn a long echoing hall with a torchlight. On both sides there were shapes in the dark tht looked like railings of dungeon cells, n there were rows n rows of it along the way. He led him to the far end, searched for the switch n turned on the lights on tht particular cell* There u go. These are ur mysterious ppl in the picture

*in the cell, showed the cells in the picture, only they were dead n slowly decaying, their bodies twisted in such a grotesque way tht rivaled a master in a Twister game, n their faces were twisted in a frozen horror*

Ozzy grumbled at the other, but decided to stay still in his arms as he was carried through the dark hallway. "Huh?" he mumbled, snapping out of his grumbling, blinking. Slowly, he turned to face the cell before his eyes widened in horror, paling before coving his mouth, feeling sick.

Thrax: Interesting, isn't it? *grins, then sees Oz covering his mouth* Oi, dont get sick on me now, baby. I just showered. Anyways, don't feel sorry for them. *turns off the lights n went off, leading them bk upstairs* They deserved it

Ozzy groaned and shuddered, unable to hold it back and leaned over, ending up throwing up. Never before had he seem something like that. "W-wh... what? No one deserves that!"

Thrax: *luckily the cell had a decent mind not to puke on him. He patted his bk n waited until the cell settled dwn, then grinned at the cell's exclamation* Aftr wht they did to u n ur family? They're lucky to die this way, or I would've given them so much worse tht they'd WISH they're dead

Ozzy coughed and shuddered, wiping his mouth before looking up at the virus. "W-what are you talking about...? What they did to me and my family... I don't even know them!"

Thrax: Of course u dont. U weren't evn born then, n even if u were born, u were too young to remember. I've researched on u, Jones. I've done my homework. I knw everything there is to knw abt ur past, right dwn to ur ancestors who first came to the umbilical cord, n those two, along with the rest of the household in this mansion, deserved wht was coming for them

Ozzy's eyes widening a little, squirming around, very confused. Why was this virus reseaching on him? "Wha... why? Who are they? What do they have to do with me and my family?" he asked, not sure he should believe the virus, but he was curious.

Thrax: *grinned at him mysteriously* Now wht is the fun in telling u tht. Ur gonna have to remember it urself, n think bk frm the day u lost ur entire family, causing u to grow up at the wrong side of the digestive track. For now, I'm gonna make the finishing touches to make u officially mine

Ozzy blinked and narrowed his eyes at him, he wanted to know... he NEEDED to know. He didn't really remember much about that day. "Wait... what? Finishing touches? What are you talking about?" he asked, frowning some as he gripped onto his shirt.

Thrax: This *without warning, pricked the cell on the chest with his flared up claw, bt only using the vry tip, n watched as the heat spread ard the cell's body*

Ozzy's eyes widening in horror as the claw pricked him, struggling around as the heat spread through him. "A-ah! What are you doing to me!?" he called out, trying to get away from the virus.

Thrax: Stay still, baby *held him close with both hands* Let it spread slowly ard u. Let it assimilate in u *pressed Oz's head close to his chest, helping him ride out the process as he purred near his ear* Make the venom work with u, not against u

Ozzy winced and cried out lightly, struggling as he fought against the infection, starting to sweat. "N-no... get it out of me... make it stop!" he hissed out, clawing at the other's chest, feeling the heat growing as he tried to stop it.

Thrax: Shh... *knelt onto the ground n held him close, rocking him to n fro* Dont struggle. Dont go against it. Make it work for u, work with u, not against u. Make it be part of u. Just focus on staying alive. Keep tht in ur mind "Stay alive"

"I-I... I... I hate you... I hate this!" Ozzy managed to get out, squeezing his eyes shut and wincing, gritting his teeth as he clinged onto the other tighter, tears building up. He didn't want to, but he had to, he had to go along with it and allow it to take over his body.

*the heat soon engulfed the cell frm head to toe, making the cell glow an reddish-orange like Thrax's flared up claw. It made Oz looked like he was on fire as the heat lingered for a long 30 seconds, before slowly subsiding, exerting all of the cell's energy, rendering him unconscious*

Ozzy tensed and arched, panting heavily, as he struggled to not fight with this feeling. Though, once it had supsided, the poor cell fell limp against the virus' body, drooling a little, unable to stop himself, passing out in his arms.

Thrax: *chked the cell's breathing n heart rate, which was thankfully normal, n chked his temperature. It had subsided completely, although some warmth lingered. He carried the cell bk up to his new room n tied an ice bag on his forehead in hopes to reduce the feverish feeling a little more while he stripped the cell naked to cool him dwn with some cold wet towels*

Ozzy whimpered and breathed heavily in his state, his body sweating profouncely, not used to being so warm. Groaning, he tossed and turned, squirming around on the bed.

Thrax: *tries to calm him dwn by humming the Spanish "Remember When It Rained" song to him as he continued to try n cool him dwn with the cold towels. He then went dwnstairs n got some icepacks n cornered Oz' body with it, adjusting the icepack on the cell's head. He then puts a thin blanket across Oz's belly so he wouldnt catch a chill n whispered to his ear* Te quiero, mi bebe... *waits till the cell calms dwn some before going bk to his master bedroom*

It took a while, but Ozzy managed to calm down, he shifted around every so often, but he managed to sleep his way though the change.

Thrax: *lay on the bed, his jazz music playing, bt at a softer volume so as not to wake the cell. He took out the picture of the cells n, flaring out his claw, burnt the picture until it was ashes before he retired for the night*