Someone Worth Saving

Author's Note: Yeah, well. So…my two obsessions are Rocky Horror and District 9. Good God, who sees the resemblance? Haha! Anyway. I always start to think of fan characters when I see movies that can work perfectly with them. I also start to think of things that can happen that will still stick with the storyline, and create wonderful drama and for some people, wonderful storylines.

50% of the population on is going to call my character a Mary Sue. I don't. I always take 'The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test' before creating a character and Elysia didn't come up as a Sue. Now, that doesn't always mean anything, because you know if I'm the only person to use this idea I'll be shocked. But, either way. I enjoyed writing her. If you flame me about her, I'm only going to laugh. Flames affect immature little girls, and I'm far from caring what rude people think anymore. The world is an awful place without internet bullies getting justification from an upset writer.

My note to haters? Grow up. :] Thanks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to District 9, except my character, Elysia van der Merwe.

I believe that you meant everything you said. Goodbye, and thanks for the memories.

Wikus van der Merwe's Point Of View;
Introduction.

I don't hold it against him that he said three years, and it's been far longer than three years.

I'm sorry, that was a lie. I can't not hold it against him when I've been stuck in this concentration camp of a home. Of course, I've escaped rarely to leave presents for Tania. I've also noticed that Tania is no longer living alone. Sixteen years have passed, sixteen long, absolutely agonizing years. Sixteen years and a young girl is living with Tania, a young girl that bears a striking resemblance to the both of us, and I can't help but to wonder if there was something Tania never got to tell me before I went away. I know she knows that I am alive, but I can only wonder if she's told her. And by her, I mean, our daughter.

I don't hold it against Tania if she hasn't. How do you explain to a sixteen year old that her father is an alien? Well…no. That wasn't worded quite right. I used to be human.

I used to be…human.

You said three years, Christopher.

I'm still waiting.

"Elysia! The music!" Tania yelled up the stairs. She had been quite fed up lately with how her teenage daughter insisted on blasting her music in order to wake completely for the day. She found it hard to be too frustrated with her. Every time Tania looked at Elysia she saw a bit of Wikus, and it wasn't fair. She knew Wikus was alive, but why hadn't he stopped to talk to her? Was he really what everyone speculated he was…one of them? To make matters worse, Elysia had developed an interest in the alien population still making themselves known in Johannesburg, still causing a ruckus when they could. Tania wanted nothing to do with these things, these creatures…but Elysia believed in equality for all. She didn't like arguing with her daughter over these things, they were trivial in the grand scheme of things. At least she wasn't in one of those resistance groups. If Tania ever found out she'd joined one of those, she'd ground her for life.

But Elysia didn't care about what her mother thought. Blasting her favorite band, New Years Day (a wonderful backdrop band to the sunny setting in her room), she sang along as she got her things together for class.

"It'd mean everything just to hear say to me that I was right, and you were wrong. It's not that hard, go on, go on.." She did a quick turn, snatching up her hairbrush and a hair band from her vanity behind her, letting her fingertips brush over the aluminum rose her mother had given her, saying it was a present from a distant relative. Elysia knew nothing of her father, Tania had just told her he left one day, and never came back, and Tania shielded her (or thought she was shielding her) from anything telling of the past. The young girl knew more than her mother gave her credit for, though. She'd been to the library, read up on things. Listened to stories from some of her teachers, some of the locals. Things weren't always hunky dory, not that they were now, either. She'd heard stories of a man named Wikus, a man who some would say betrayed the general population, while others said he was a hero. He'd been changed into one of the non-humans while trying to help them. But to help them do what? She still had a ton of questions unanswered.

"Elysia!"

She cringed upon hearing her mother again. Sighing, she unhooked her Ipod from its deck and headed to the stairs. Seeing her mother at the bottom, she paused and leaned against the wall at the top, replying in the very same was Tania had called her name.

"Mother!" She grinned slightly.

"Don't be a smartass, Elysia. Come get breakfast and get going." She said, turning on her heel and heading back into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.

Sometimes, Elysia felt sorry for her mother. Tania had raised her on her own for years, never once looking for a man to place in their lives to become Elysia's father figure. In a way, the girl appreciated it, but in another small way, she wished she could help her mother make a step to improve her life. She knew she was lonely, it was only obvious, but it was like she was waiting for someone. Who? And there was no need to ask who, because Tania would skirt around the question, then either insist that Elysia had things to do, or she had things that needed to be cleaned. Sighing as she hit the bottom step, Elysia walked into the kitchen and grabbed up a piece of toast, leaning against the counter.

"I think I'm going to Cassidy's house after school to study…s'that alright?" She asked, taking a bite of the toast and making a small face, it tasted burnt. She turned it over; it was burnt. "Eh.."

"You know I don't care, Elysia. Its Friday, isn't it? Friday or Thursday…which one?" Her mother had an awful sense of what day it was, especially now with her nine to five job, which while it was putting food on the table, was keeping the two apart for extended periods of time. Tania found this to be a good thing, as bad as it sounded. Sixteen years of looking at the young girl grow only reminded her of Wikus; it broke her heart.

"Its Friday, Mom." She said raising a brow and nonchalantly dropping the toast into the garbage. "I might stay over. I have clothes at her house already."

"Just call me to let me know." Tania said, taking the apron off and heading toward the hallway where the staircase was. Elysia stared after her for a moment, only recently noticing how distant her mother was becoming. She cleared her throat, coughed a bit, and nodded.

"Yeah…I'll do that. I'm going now."

Tania didn't tell her to have a good day.

That in itself should have told Elysia her day was going to be shit.

It was a means of laying low. But these clothes were so itchy, and Oliver would be damned if this is where he wanted to be again after sixteen years of getting to know his real home planet. The seven moons and the wonderful people, people like him and his father. Of course, Christopher and Oliver weren't their real names, but the ones given to them by the human government. For the sake of not knowing their other names, we'll use these. Oliver was still in slight awe at how quickly his father set up a whole lie of a life on Earth in Johannesburg, and he could only wonder if this new set plan was going to work.

The human forms his father designed also stunned him. It was a type of magic, had to be, because Oliver wasn't as fluent in the scientific garble his father often used. He stared at himself in the mirror though, and frowned. The brown hair covering his brilliantly blue eyes made him cringe; the white skin and the voice didn't help. And he didn't even want to get into talking about the clothes again. He made a face, and turned, sitting down on the floor.

"Can't make me go."

"Can and will." Christopher was leaning in his doorway now, grinning a bit. He'd quickly grown accustomed to his human form, and found that since it was easier to move around in the general public this way, set the stage for his master plan, that he'd stick with it for a while. Paying rent in a small house and working a full time job was only part of the perks.

…who was he kidding? What perks?

The backup for his plan would wait patiently until he was able to contact them to tell them it was time, and what would it be time for? What was sad was that Christopher himself didn't even really know. He wasn't sure yet if he wanted to declare war on the scumbags that were humans, or if he just wanted to save his race and leave the planet to suffer in its own insane ways.

"I don't see the point. I used to be able—"

"How many times do I have to tell you, Oli? The past is the past, this is something new. I'd really like it if you stopped talking about what happened before." Christopher said, heaving a sign and looking into the mirror in his son's room. He wasn't anymore pleased with this look than Oliver was, but he disguised his disgust well.

"You've told me a million times already…"

"Good, then I would think it's registered in your head." With that, he playfully slapped his son upside the head and turned to walk out of the room.

"DAD!"

"Heh."

Elysia didn't take too long getting to school. She met Cassidy at the corner like she did every morning, and they walked to school together, awkwardly in silence like it was every morning that Elysia had a disagreement with her mom. Cassidy had long before learned to leave well enough alone with Elysia, and the van der Merwe girl couldn't thank her best friend anymore for not prying. Perhaps prying wasn't what made people feel better.

The morning passed uneventfully. Elysia left Cassidy in the courtyard to go into class early, to sit at her desk and put her head down, and when the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, it was reluctantly that the teen lifted her head. She hated dwelling on problems, but…it was becoming more of a problem everyday.

"Class, we have a new student."

'Super. Wait…'

"His name is Oliver Johnson, a transfer student from Russia."

'…oh...hello there.'

"Please make him feel welcome. He's a little nervous."

I was switched off like a light. A fighter with no fight. Staring up at the stars, and giving into the dark. Burnt out like a match, at the moment of the crash. The moon glowed like a scar, how did things go so far?


Those last lyrics will play a huge part later. I hope this isn't too lame. It probably is…but hey. I like the idea. I'd like to read about it if I were reading someone else's story. I always go by the, 'if there's a story you want to read that hasn't been written, write it!' philosophy.

Kind comments are encouraged. FLAMES however, are not.