Hello everyone :) Just to let those of you reading this know, this is my first ever story so, be nice. The characters Thrax, Ozzy, Drix, etc. are all properties of

Warner Brothers, however, the character Trina is mine. That's all for now, R&R!

Chapter 1 - The New Girl in Frank

I made it, she thought, I finally made it.

A young virus, at the tender age of ten years old, stood at the base of a large set of steps that lead to Cerebellum Hall in the City of Frank. It had taken her just over three weeks to get here, but she had finally done it and was quite proud of herself. It was supposed to have taken her exactly three weeks to get to this point in her mission, however she had been set back, due to the fact that the body she was in had been attacked by another virus. On that faithful day, she had been caught off guard when the temperature of the body began to sky-rocket. She had been just about to leave the body for dead when she noticed the temperature finally beginning to return to normal. At that moment, she had vowed to continue on her mission to infect the body. The virus who had attacked Frank must have been very experienced as he or she had almost succeeded in killing him. However, to the juvenile virus' relief, they hadn't.

The child quickly scanned the area, noticing a few scattered cells standing around the steps that lead to the entrance. Some of them were having lunch, some were taking to other cells, and some were just standing around, doing nothing in particular. None of them seemed to have noticed her and she decided to keep it that way. She quickly dashed up the steps and made her way towards the front doors. Unfortunately, before she could enter, she was stopped by two large security guards.

"I'm sorry, little girl," one of the guards spoke in a deep voice, "but you are not allowed in here without ID." The young girl thought for a moment. Being an inexperienced virus, she had not anticipated this. What could she say to these men to let her in? After a few short moments, she came up with an idea; thinking on her feet was her strong suit.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied in the most pathetic voice the two guards had ever heard "I'm doing an essay on Cerebellum Hall for a school project. I would have come with my partner and their parents, but..." she sighed a sigh of deep disappointment, "no one wanted to work with me." The two guards exchanged glances; they had not been trained to handle a situation such as this.

"Well," the second guard started, "What about your own parents? Couldn't they have come with you?"

"M…my…parents?" she gasped as her eyes began to fill with tears, "I don't have any parents!" She began to sob uncontrollably, and the two guards jumped, surprised by the sudden burst of tears. The two men quickly looked around, noticing that though the girl had only just begun to cry, she was already attracting attention. Neither of them wanted to have to deal with an angry mob of onlookers who may pummel them for making an innocent little girl cry.

"Please, stop crying!" the second guard blurted out anxiously, "we'll take you anywhere in the brain you want, and you can work on your essay, just please stop crying!" The other guard stared at his partner in disbelief, however caught the expression on his friends face. It read, come on, what's the harm in showing this cute little girl around? The first guard sighed.

"Alright Bill, you can show her around and I'll stay here, but you can't be in there for too long, so hurry it up. I don't want to get in trouble from the mayor, I mean, it is his first week as the new mayor, and I don't think that he-"

"Yeah, yeah Ted, I got it. Be fast and don't get in trouble," Bill interrupted, as he knew his friend would soon get into a long-winded conversation unless he stopped it now, "I'll see you in a little while, okay?" The other guard grumbled something under his breath, but nodded as he watched Bill lead the little, seemingly harmless girl into the building. Bill absently led the young girl through Cerebellum Hall's first floor until he got to its huge elevators, where he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry," he apologized "but I never did get your name."

"Trina, its Trina" the young virus answered as she pressed a button on the wall and the two waited for an elevator to arrive.

"So, where are we going?" Bill asked curiously.

"The Medulla," Trina said flatly. She should have said it with more pep in her voice, but it was to late now, and she mentally slapped herself for not thinking out her answer.

"Oh…um…really? You don't want to go anywhere else? Because there are some much more interesting places to visit up here." The guard smiled nervously, not wanting to disappoint the girl.

"Nope, I'm doing my essay on the Medulla, because I think it is one of the most interesting parts in the entire body," she replied proudly.

"Yes, but…you see, I don't know if I'll be able to get us clearance into the Medulla-" Bill didn't even have time to finish his sentence as Trina looked up at him with a pouting, puppy dog look on her face.

"Well…I guess I could get us in…" Bill trailed of, letting out a small sigh before looking down at Trina. Her gaze met his and she smiled sweetly, causing the older cell to smile back at her.

"I guess we're going to the Medulla," the security guard said decidedly just as the elevator in front of them arrived. The doors opened and Trina stepped in, Bill following behind her and pressing a small button on the elevator wall. The doors closed with a soft swish and they slowly began to ascend. They had only been ascending for a few moments as Bill glanced over at Trina, who was tapping her foot against the floor of the elevator impatiently.

"It's going to be a few minutes before we arrive," the guard mumbled quietly. Trina stopped tapping her foot and looked up at the security guard.

"So, do you have any questions you need answered for your essay?" He asked, sounding more polite this time. She thought for a moment, did she have any questions?

"Yes," she replied, "I do have a question." The older man stood at attention, prepared to answer whatever question she might ask. "Remember a week ago, when this body- er, Frank, got really sick?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice, "What kind of virus was it that made him so sick?" The guards face changed abruptly, his face darkening.

"Well," he began after a long pause, "I can't seem to remember his name, but I do know what kind of virus it was." Trina leaned forward, awaiting Bill's answer with much anticipation. "It was a Red Death virus," he answered, anger palpable in his voice.

So, did you like it? Did you hate it? Please let me know in the reviews. Next chapter? Lots of Thrax!