District 9.5, part 5

OKAY, I am officially OBSESSED with POLEEPKWA. These seven pages and one line are mostly character development, and my playing with prawn characters of all our creation. I just HAD to put down what I think is a possibility of what might/could happen once good ole mister van der merwe is human again...

Oh! Be warned. There is some slightly... suggestive... material here. To appease me and all the other D9 fanwhores out there HURR HUR HUR *laughs like a tard*

BJ is mine, El is Gutter-child's, the rest are Silvermaid013's. Enjoy.


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Warren made his way past rows and rows of white tents, eventually finding himself at the edge of District 10, and looked out at the fields surrounding the area with a longing expression.
"Life is so unfair," he clicked softly, as he sank to his haunches, watching the fading twilight finally transmute to complete night, sad in the knowledge that he would never again be able to roam free among them.
There were the sound of footsteps behind him, and he whirled around to see Eleanor, the mottled brown prawn from earlier, complete with glinting steel machete, walking in his general direction. She paused when he turned, suddenly averse to approaching him while he bristled angrily.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," she mumbled and began walking away quickly.
"Why do you carry that machete if you're afraid to use it?" he called after her.
She slowed, then stopped. "It makes me feel safe," she replied after a few moments.
"A deterrent? A deterrent is only effective if you have the will to use it."
She spun to face him. "Shut up!" she cried. "You have no idea who I am, or what I've been through!" She ran off.
He felt bad for having hurt her, but shrugged it off. He turned around and stared at the grassy fields beyond the fenced courtyard, faintly glowing silver in the moonlight. With all his might he wished he was elsewhere… roaming the countryside, Tania at his side, and wishing that it would all return to normal…
Warren was jolted out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to see Darren towering over him.
"What do you want?" he asked tiredly.
"The others were getting worried," Darren clicked back. "I offered to go looking for you, as I can run faster than anyone else."
"How thoughtful of you."
There was a moment of silence between the two prawns. "Kisa likes you, you know," Darren clicked.
Warren looked at him in surprise. "What?!"
"I said-"
"I heard what you said," Warren said, annoyance creeping into his voice. "Sheesh, What is it with you prawns, eh?"
Darren drew back, insulted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What is it with you prawns? Why do you do some of the crap you do? Kisa likes me. I assume she wants to take me to bed? Screw me until we both bleed?"
"What is it with you humans-" Darren leaned forward menacingly, "and having everything revolve around breeding?!"
"Get away from me," Warren clicked, turning around to look back out at the fields of grass. A sharp kick sent him rebounding off the fence to slam into the ground. He spun around and jumped back up, slashing the air with his clawed, three-fingered hands.
Darren stood back, arms crossed, looking as if he hadn't moved. "You don't want to fight me," he advised. "You'll lose."
With a roar in challenge, Warren leaped, crossing the five feet between them and slamming into the bigger prawn's chest plates; they both fell and landed in a pile of thrashing limbs. Warren landed several solid blows before Darren simply flipped over and pinned him to the ground. Their eyes locked, and Darren intensified his grip. Warren cried out in pain as his arm – the one he had removed a finger from – spasmed involuntarily.
"I don't know what she sees in you," Darren hissed, lowering his head until their faces were inches apart. "You are arrogant, rude, and ungrateful. You have the capacity to be cruel, although that has been scarce since you underwent the Change."
"Yeah, the Change," Warren growled back, but stopped speaking when the pointed tip of Darren's other hand scratched the soft flesh of his throat.
"If she feels lonely, she should really find herself someone who will remain at her side," Darren continued.
"I'm not going any-"
"Oh yes you are," Darren interrupted. "What do you think Christopher is going to do when he returns? He promised you to make you human again. And when that happens, you will leave, and return to your mate, and forget all about the Poleepkwa and the violations of sentient rights inflicted on us every day by your kind." He sat back as a sudden thought hit him. "Or will they even let you come back? If what Kisa and the others told me of MNU's experiments are true, they may still kill you, believing you still hold in your genetic makeup the key to unlocking our kind's technology." He released the smaller Grasslander and stood in one smooth motion.
"I hope your kind never discovers the means to travel among the stars," Darren scoffed. "With your unchecked passions and emotions, you would either destroy yourselves – and anyone & everything caught in the way – or force the galaxy's other inhabitants to do it for you. And I just hope I live long enough to see it never happens."
"You go to hell," Warren snapped.
"This is hell," Darren shot back, gesturing around them. "Welcome to District 10. The personal damnation for all nonhumans who ever come to Earth."
Warren struggled to come up with a retort, but couldn't. "Not so fast," he clicked at last. "Do you remember when your people first came to Earth? We fed you. Clothed you. Protected you, and gave you a sense of identity. Made you feel welcome in our home. But it was your people who began causing mischief, leading all of us down the slippery slope we fell down, until we all landed here." Warren gestured at the rows of tents behind them. "This is all your people's doing!"
"I'm not going to argue with you," Darren clicked, turning and starting to walk. "Kisa likes you, and I like Kisa; anything that brings her joy makes me happy. I just want you to know – get used to your present state of being; you will likely be safer being one of us for the rest of your life."
And with that, he walked away, leaving Warren to stew on what he knew, deep down, to be the truth.

The car pulled into the driveway and came to stop.
"Now you remember, Tania," Ellen said, "If you ever need anything, you give me or any one of the other girls a call, okay?"
"Thank you, Ellen," Tania replied as she stepped out of the car. "I'll remember that."
"If Wikus can come back, he will."
"I know! It's just maddening not knowing how or when."
"I'm sure there's a reason he's staying away, and not just because he would get shot on sight if he showed up around here. So relax, girl! He'll be with you soon."
"I know that, but still, I can't help but wonder what life he might expect when he gets back."
Ellen put the car in park. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Think about it, Ellen," Tania said, even as she fought back a surge of emotion. "MNU destroyed his credibility by portraying him as someone who has sex with… with them. Should he return, what kind of life can he expect to have? Everyone will see him – see us – and immediately think of the aliens. I can barely go to the corner store without someone giving me a disgusted look."
Ellen shook her head. "Siddown, girl."
Tania complied meekly, sitting back down in the car.
"I know Wikus to be a good, honorable man," Ellen began, shifting into lecture mode. "I know how he feels about you, and I've seen the way he looks at you. And nothing will change that for him."
Tania was clearly fighting back strong emotions. "It's not him I'm worried about," she whispered. "It's… Piet, and the MNU."
"I'm just a schoolteacher," Ellen replied. "I don't know much about MNU – or at least, I didn't know much, until that scandal made headlines last week. The experimentation on nonhumans and all that." She shook her head. "Still making headlines; media's having a damn field day with that. Terrible to think that as a people we think of ourselves as so much better than the prawns, with their savage natures, borderline intellect and questionable ethics, and yet we find out we're doing things to them almost to get even. Reprehensible."
Tania nodded. "Unforgivable. We're little better than they are."
"Everything will be all right," Ellen soothed. "Everything will work out."
"That's precisely what I'm worrying about, though I can't help it!" Tania cried. "I keep hoping and praying and believing with all my heart that things will 'work out', but after hearing about the experiments… what if they capture him and take him apart regardless?"
"Now you're just setting yourself up for disappointment, girl," Ellen admonished. "Cross that bridge when you get to it. In the meantime, remember the last thing he said to you: he loves you."
At that, Tania seemed to perk up. "Thank you, Ellen," she said. "I feel much better now."
"It's what I'm here for, girl!" she exclaimed, and they exchanged goodbye and a hug.
I wonder if I should try and see him, Tania thought as she made her way indoors. Would I be able to handle it? Just seeing him alive would be wonderful, no matter what he looks like on the outside…

Back in District 10, Wikus/Warren was having similar thoughts as he plodded along, making his way back to the tent. He stepped inside to see the others looking forlorn.
Except for Black Jack, who, despite his battered appearance, was clicking & chirping excitedly.
"What's going on?" Warren asked.
"Jack is very good at cards," Anthony scoffed. "Since a part of his 'enhancement' as a soldier includes a couple cybernetic computer implants, he can calculate odds very efficiently, among other things. Predictions and tactical strategies – it's almost like he doesn't know how to lose!"
"Hey," Jack replied. "I consider the beating I took escaping from that trap MNU set up for the Resistance a loss. Look at me!" he winced as he gestured at himself, and the cracked and dented plates along his torso.
"Be careful," Kisa admonished, "Or else you'll tear something loose."
"Kisa, can I talk to you for a minute?" Warren asked. Darren looked at him with a curious expression, one antenna cocked back.
"Sure," she replied cheerily, handing her cards to Darren, who rushed to fill her seat. The two prawns stepped outside and he led them a short distance away. She stood waiting while he struggled to find the right words to say how he felt.
"What is it?" she asked quietly.
He stood there, struck silent, and looked into her big, round eyes. Without another word he wrapped her up in a big hug, holding her close.
"What's this for?!" she exclaimed, surprised.
"Thank you," he clicked softly. "For everything."
She wrapped her arms around him and lowered her head to his chest, listening intently for his heartbeat. She purred when she found it on his left side. "Christopher asked me to help you, if anything were to happen to him," she whispered. "And I agreed."
He lifted her head to look into her eyes. "That's my point," he chirped. "You didn't have to, and you did. After all I did – after everything humans did to you and your people – why would you agree to something like taking me in? The fear of being found out by those sadists ad MNU must have torn you to shreds inside."
"At the time," she said in the same tone, "Christopher and I had… an interest in each other. And I was the only other whom he trusted to care for Oliver while he was at work in the factory. He asked, and I agreed. Simple as that."
He pulled her close again. "When I get out of here – if I get out," he said, "I will never forget you."
She purred with contentment. "That's all I ask," she replied. "That and a little help with a few things here and there."
"Of course," he said, releasing her. "What did you want my help with?"
"Not here, and not now. Just… for some reason, when I am around you I feel safe."
Warren suddenly felt weirded out, but pushed the feeling aside. "I just wanted you to know that… I appreciate all you've done for me, despite the risk to all of us…"
"Oh, Warren," she purred. "I want you to want me, but know your heart belongs to another. And I know I can't help it, but it drives me crazy inside…"
"Well, Darren was kind enough to point out to me that I might be better off staying as I am now," Warren noted. "With the diplomacy and tact of a hammer to the face. And while I admit it's possible the MNU will still want to cut me into pieces for analysis after I… get back to being human again, to see if there's still anything left that can work Prawn technology… if I have to stay as a prawn, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with." He gave her another hug, and ran his tendrils across the side of her face in an approximation of a peck to the cheek.
She gurgled ecstatically and suppressed a small shudder.
"We should get back," he muttered, turning away and walking back towards the tent. Kisa stood still for a handful of seconds, thoroughly engrossed in the memory of his arms wrapped around hers. She chirped as reality set back in, and she bounded back to him, and wrapped one arm around his.
"Hey Warren," Jack chirped, "What other card games do you know? Crazy Eights is getting old."
"I know a bit of poker and blackjack," Warren answered, "but we need something to wager with."
"What is wager?" the other prawns asked.
"You know, something you trade or bargain with,. Something you can exchange. Humans usually use money, but from the smug look Jack is wearing I don't think money is a good idea."
Jack chuckled, which turned into a hacking cough. Kisa sighed, but before she could move to attend to him, Anthony beat her to it.
"Lie down, let me look at you," he clicked as he stood.
"Don't touch me," Jack growled. "I'm fine."
"I doubt that," Anthony retorted.
"Jack, let him look," Kisa sighed. "It's not like he'll bite…"
Jack tensed suddenly, and Anthony froze.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Shut up!" Jack hissed. "Didn't you hear that?"
"Hear what?" they asked, and they all fell silent, listening intently. Muted by distance, they could hear what sounded like a cat giving birth, only the pitch was slightly off.
"I hear it," Darren whispered.
"That sounds horrific," Warren added. "What is that? Is someone getting mauled to death?"
"I… don't know," Kisa said in the same tone. "How can you hear that, Jack?"
The black prawn was silent for several moments. "Sensory booster," he answered shortly. "I can hear very well." There was another pause, followed by a louder scream.
"I think someone's taking someone apart," Jack exclaimed, standing up. He swayed dizzily for a moment before Anthony caught him.
"What are you doing?" Anthony hissed.
"I'm going to put a stop to it," he replied, and began to make his way to the door.
"You're not going anywhere," Darren growled, interposing his bulk between the soldier and the doorway.
"You can either come along to help or you can go and breed with yourself," Jack spat. "But either way, get out of my way." He stepped towards the taller prawn and stuck out his head in a challenge.
There were several moments of tense silence, broken only by heavy breathing and the cries of a distant being.
"Oh, relax," Warren clicked. "The hormones in here are bad enough as is without you two butting heads over who is alpha male."
"An interesting concept, an alpha male," Anthony added. "If you're serious about this, Jack, I'm coming too." He stepped forward and around Darren, who for a moment appeared ready to force the issue, but backed down when he noticed the only way to keep Jack from leaving was with violence.
He knew Kisa didn't want any of that to happen, and stepped aside, following the other two out.
"Be careful," Kisa called after them.

The Waver named Prue lay chained to the makeshift table, looking around fearfully. The Nigerian female's garments fell to the floor; the two humans with guns stood and watched eagerly as she began humming and chanting, her body shaking as she danced to a tune only she could hear.
This is not like the last time, he thought worriedly. Why can't they just ask for what they want… why must they take it?
He began to voice his concerns, but one of the guards smashed the butt of his weapon across the young prawn's face, smashing one of his antennae. He mewled painfully.
"Stop it," the woman commanded, and the two men stood back and watched. "It won't respond if it is afraid." The woman started to stroke his bare legs, working upwards slowly, trying to elicit a response.
Where is Anthony?
"What do you want?" he clicked, addressing the dark skinned woman.
"I want what I've always wanted," she replied. "I want it all. I want you."
"You humans are strange," he chirped. "You could just ask for what you want, rather than just- meeeeewww!!!!" He cried out as she leaned forward and yanked on his other antennae.
"It's important you remember who is in charge, here," she told him. "Obesandjo pays very well for those willing to even lie with your wretched species. Something about hybrid offspring? I don't care, as long as I get paid."
"You are different from the last group," he whined. "They just brought someone in when they wanted to try and…" he stopped speaking when he saw the sudden fire in her eyes in the glow of the lantern, hanging in the corner.
"Better, little prawn," she said soothingly, crawling up and straddling his hips. "Now. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you… unless you don't cooperate." Her pendants tingled as she adjusted her long black hair.
He looked over at the guards, who were making their way out the hole cut in the side of the tent, chuckling to themselves.
"Hey, prawn," she said, "The guards are only here to ensure my protection." She leaned close, lying almost flat on him. "You have a name?" she whispered, licking his chest plates.
"Prue," he answered.
"Prue," she repeated. "I'm Sandra. And I'm going to make you the happiest prawn alive." She started licking him, and he shivered involuntarily. She chuckled happily before getting down to the real business of arousing a prawn.
He mewled plaintively, partially out of fear, partially out of desire, but mostly because even though he wanted to continue as he was, he didn't want to live that life anymore. His mind locked as she found the sweet spot, and he shivered as he felt the folds of his flesh parting for her…
"That's right, Prue," she cooed even as she groped him. "Let go. Let it happen…"
He shivered, and tensed his entire body as he felt his tip poking at her warm, moist entrance.
Please no please stop please no stop please no stopping don't stop please don't stop…
There was a shout of surprise from outside, followed by a crashing sound as one of the guards went flying across the tent, trailing a stream of blood. There was a wet crack! and the other fell to the ground as if from a great height, his neck twisted at an odd angle.
Two prawns stepped inside, one of them huge. The prostitute slid off him and drew a piece of cloth around herself.
"Get out," the big one growled gutturally, while the smaller one moved to the table. Sandra darted out the door and disappeared into the night.
"Locked," the smaller one hissed in annoyance, stepping away to rummage through the dead humans' clothes.
"Don't bother," the big one growled, heaving on the old chains and breaking the links in a single massive shove.
"Step it up," another voice clicked, and Prue turned to see a prawn as black as the night sky step in. Freed from his shackles, Prue sat up. In the sudden light he recognized one of his benefactors.
"Anthony?"
"Prue?"
"Anthony!"
"Prue!"
Prue leaped at the Grasslander excitedly.
"You know each other?" the big one asked.
"Not now," the black prawn growled. "We're about to have company. Thirty seconds! We need to get out of here!"
Together, the four prawns disappeared into the night.

"Relax," the prawn drone growled, "You might find out you like it!"
"Please," Eleanor wept, "Just take what you want and leave me alone…"
"Don't mind if I do," the tall, beefy prawn clicked, and knocked her to the ground, tearing off the cloth she wore as a makeshift dress. She recoiled on the ground, trying to protect herself, curling into a ball.
The big masculine Rocklander hovered over her like the face of a mountain. He stood there, watching his trembling, weeping victim.
This is too easy, he said to himself. He sank to his haunches and reached forward to stroke her hipbones seductively when her foot flashed out and sent him flying out the side of the tent. Roaring partially in surprise, partially in pain, he flipped back up just to see her running off.
Freed from the crushing presence of her tormentor, Eleanor took off as fast as her legs would carry her. She suddenly found herself at the fence line just as human weapons chattered in the distance. She slowly toppled to the ground and began to sob, wanting it all to end. She briefly considered driving her machete through herself, but couldn't summon the courage to do it.
"Who's there?" a prawn voice clicked, and she jumped. Looking around, she saw a Waver with a bent antenna looking around sleepily. She tensed as he looked straight at her, unseeing, before moving on, blindly trying to locate the source of the sobs.
With a huff of annoyance, she took off again at a more leisurely trot, even as sobs of pain not of the flesh made her shudder & falter in her dash through the compound.
If we don't hang together, we'll all hang separately…
The phrase popped into her mind without conscious thought, and she remembered the two Grasslanders who had helped her not long ago.
Do I dare ask them for help? She thought, suppressing a shiver as a cool breeze whispered by. It's not like I have anything else to lose… Gathering the tattered remnants of her wits about her, she wiped her face and began walking, looking for a particular tent…


...to be continued...