Literature
Poison-Chapter 1
"Can you feel the heat, Jones?"
Ozzie struggled not to drop the hypothalamus chain he had worked so hard on retrieving. He was lucky that he managed to split a hole in the middle before Thrax struck, or he would've been fried like all the cells have before him in their fate with the virus. But of course, Thrax was too clouded in his victory to see that.
"Too bad you won't be there to see me break my record," Thrax chuckled in his husky yet deadly malicious tone, "when I take down Frank's pretty little girl!"
"She ain't going down," Ozzie grinned, bringing Thrax's attention to his embedded claw on the false eyelash. "You are!"
Quickly, Ozz