Hi! I saw an amazing movie over my christmas break! It turned out to be District 9!! :)

So, I decided to write a fic! So, please read and enjoy!

Oh, and those who review get a can of cat food!

I don't even know what they want from me. What have I done wrong? What happened?

I woke up to find myself swimming in water. I naturally thrashed around, thinking I was drowning. This water was a light green, and I found myself wearing a strange bikini thing with tubes and wires connected to patches attached to me. I had a mouthpiece for breathing, creating lime-green bubbles that floated up to the surface. My hand struck something hard. I gingerly reached out and felt it again with my fingertips. It was smooth, and it curved towards me as I attempted to feel the extent of this thing. I couldn't see it, so I figured ice or glass. Knowing that I wasn't freezing to death, I decided the latter. So this was a curved glass piece, and I found that it made a perfect circle around me. Realization started to leak into my mind that I was in some sort of tube. I looked up, reaching out, and feeling a metal surface. I swam down, and felt a hard surface with my toes. I was in some tube. I pressed my head to the glass wall, trying to see something. I froze, hearing muffled voices. I frowned to myself, mulling the random words I heard. Awake. Subject. Time.

I was utterly confused with this, and decided to listen in. I heard a sharp click, and some sort of door thing opened, and allowed me to see outside this solitary tube of mine. That's why I couldn't see. They had some sort of encasement for my tube, but what for? I couldn't tell you.

I saw people in white lab coats, and some few people in darker suits. I can worry about the fact that I am some sort of test subject later, I need to find out what is to become of me. They were speaking of some DNA samples they got from a guy, and pointing in my direction. Amazing. One man in the dark suit said, and walked up to my tube. He was older, and very intimidating. He smiled feverishly, and put something up against the tube for me to read.

Lt. John Bixster--MNU

I looked back at him, and shrugged. This John man chuckled behind the glass, which sounded really deep within my tube.

"You're very special to us." He said, and looked back at the other people behind him. He returned to face me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My mouthpiece felt funny as I spoke. It felt like a squishy rubber 'O' ring in my mouth right behind my teeth. There was a flurry of coats, and computer screens, and then they were all still. A man in a white lab coat ran up to my tube, and I backed off to the opposite wall of my tube. He appeared to be flustered, and he spoke to me.

"We-we didn't hear what you said. Could you please repeat it?" He asked. I merely nodded, and he backed off with a smile. I returned to facing this John man.

"I asked, what do you mean by special?" I repeated. I searched the faces of the people in the background which were all excited and stupefied. John Bixster laughed again, sending it booming in my tube.

"Well, it is obvious that you have developed your communication skills earlier than you should have. But that's not my answer. You are special because you have been genetically re-formatted to take on a new DNA we have discovered to use against the alien Prawns." He stated. I was silent for a while.

"Alien Prawns? I don't believe I understand what you are talking about. Isn't the government supposed to keep all alien related affairs hush-hush?" I asked. The man shook his head.

"The aliens came here on their mothership and have been here in District 9 for about twenty years now. They have become unruly, are murdering humans, and are involved in illegal practices. We need something to put them in their place. We would shoot them, but their alien technology surpasses ours. Therefore, we made you to use against them." He answered, and cleaned his glasses on his blue shirt. I turned around in my tube to see the room I was in. I gasped, and saw strange weapons, big metal tables, each with a strange, bloodied body on it, and many people in white suits busying around their business. Then, I saw a commotion. A man was being shoved into a strange seat, and was forced to shoot hanging meat with these strange weapons. The people changed the guns after experiencing what each one did. I turned to face the man in the blue suit.

"What is this place? And you didn't answer my first question. What is a prawn?" I asked. The man coughed quietly into his hand.

"This is the MNU base. You would like to see a prawn?" He asked. I nodded, curious. John turned, and said something I couldn't catch, and returned to speak to me. "We will bring you one before he is tested." So we waited a while, while I watched the strange proceedings of the goings-on in this place. I heard strange thumping noises, and turned to face John Bixster and the other people, but found a tall, gangly creature with some fabric on his chest marked with a red 'X' on it being led towards my tube. I was immediatly caught by this strange creature. It saw me in the tube, and looked at me with an expression of confusion. He had his strange hands cuffed above his head, and was jabbed in the back by guns held by his captors. John smiled, and gestured with his hand.

"THIS is a prawn." He said, glancing at the creature. He gestured his fingers towards the ground, and an armed man smacked the creature in the back of the legs so he was on his knees before me, which was now eye-level. John smirked. "Say hello to the young lady, Prawn." The prawn's eyes were on the ground, as I stared into its face. The prawn looked up, and it made a clicking noise.

"Hello, young lady." It said. John chuckled out loud.

"I hope you said what you were supposed to say, prawn." John snapped. The prawn looked down at the ground. I looked at John.

"He did. He said it clear as a bell. Didn't you hear him?" I said, confused. Even this prawn was confused, for his head snapped up to look me in the eyes. His gaze was fierce.

"Are you the chosen?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I don't know what you mean." I replied. The prawn clicked.

"Can you tell them to free my hands?" He asked. I nodded, looking over to John.

"Can you free his hands?" I asked, and saw the bustle of the white coated men at the computers. John gaped at me, and raised a pointed finger.

"You can understand him? How?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Well, if I knew the answer to that, you would know by now, wouldn't you? He means no harm, so will you release his hands?" I asked. John snapped his fingers, and two men came forth with keys, and unlocked the cuffs from the prawn's wrists. The prawn rubbed his wrists carefully, and placed his left hand on the glass.

"I will be able to tell if you are the chosen. Raise your hand to the glass." He said. I did as told, and placed my hand directly over his, needless to say his was quite larger than mine. The prawn stared at me with large, green eyes and started to click and chirp away in a happy tone. "You are the chosen. You will save us."

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