WARNING: NC-17, Slash (M/M), Xeno, Language

Disclaimer: I do not own District 9 or the characters mentioned in this story. I am not profitting from this in any way, other than my own sick pleasure :D


Part III -

The next few days went by, thankfully, without incident. Wikus slept through much of the day and night, only waking to eat and bathe. He had lost all of his teeth and hair, and Christopher could see the bone stucture and muscles shifting in his face. His mouth was beginning to become beak-like, the hard exoskeleton beginning to erupt from his lips, like a tooth emerging from the gumline. Because of this he constantly had a bloody mouth, which made him gag and vomit frequently.

Christopher tried to keep Oliver out of the house as much as possible, as Wikus tended to be cranky and short with the child. Christopher had explained to Oliver that Wikus was in pain, and that anything he said things was unintentional. His neighbor Alan, bless him, would often allow Oliver to stay with his family during the more trying times.

Tuesday night, well, more like Wednesday morning, would prove to be one of those times. It was late into the night when Wikus awoke screaming and thrashing.

"HEEELP! NOOO! MY HEAD, OH FFFUCK!"

Christopher shot up from his bedding, crawling to Wikus' side. Christopher was trying to hold Wikus down. The human was seizing and jerking erratically. Oliver squealed in fright when someone or something nearly ripped the door of its hinges. Alan.

"Come Oliver!" he trilled, watching Christopher and Wikus nervously. Oliver darted to him, hiding his face in the older prawn's thigh.

"Will you be alright, Christopher?" he asked. Christopher clicked his jaws menacingly.

"Yes, yes! Go now!" he snapped. Alan growled and picked Oliver up.

"I told you not to bring that... monster into your home, Johnson! He is obviously beyond your control! The MNU will find him, and then he will be the death of us all!"

Christopher roared angrily. "Take my son and LEAVE NOW!" Alan scowled and slammed the door behind him. Christopher could hear Oliver screetching for Wikus outside.

A sick, cracking, wet sound drew Christopher's attention back to the human. The skin of his face was splitting, becoming loose and wrinkled as the back of his skull elongated. Christopher gently pushed back the scalp, pulling his delicate antenna through the useless flesh. Wikus had thankfully lost conciousness. Christopher would have to work fast. He reached for his small field knife on the top shelf where Oliver couldn't reach it. He knelt by Wikus' head once again and starting at the chin, slit his flesh down to where it ended by his collar bone. He carefully peeled back the skin, revelaing exoskeleton. This was it. His transformation would be complete.

After about an hour of cutting and skinning, Christopher finally wiped his blade clean and bundled up all the waste into an old blanket, knotting it off and slinging it ouside in the bushes for the animals to find. He drew a bucket of clean water from the well and found a clean rag. Christopher settled down next to Wikus, gently wiping his new face clean. He took his time exploring the human... no, prawn.

His face was flatter and more round than the average prawn. He was also much darker in color. His antenna were shorter and more whispy and delicate. The tentacles around his short beak were not as long. He was still smaller and more rounded than most, but slightly overweight prawns were not uncommon. On his planet. Everyone in the colony on Earth was emaciated from lack of food. Many times even the cat food ran out.

Christopher jumped when Wikus suddenly opened his eyes. His right iris was still blue.

"Christopher?" Wikus clicked the last two syllables but said the first in a garbled human voice.

Christopher frowned. He shouldn't be able to form words like that. Christopher slid his thumb into Wikus' mouth, between the inside of his cheek and his gumline. He eased his jaws apart. There it was, his human tongue. He had not lost it. Or his saliva glands. Christopher shuddered as Wikus slid his tongue along his digit in his groggy state, then pulled back quickly.

"Wh-what happened?" Wikus asked, rubbing his eyes blearily. He froze, then gingerly tapped the exoskeletal plates on his face. His eyes grew wide in horror.

"Oh Jesus, no... please, no! NO! Mirror! I need a FUCKING MIRROR! I NEED TO SEE!" he screamed hysterically. Christopher pulled him close, petting his back.

"It's alright Wikus, it's alright... calm down! I'm going to change you back, remember? It's not forever, just clam down!" Wikus was sobbing pitifully, rocking and clicking.

Christopher sighed and pulled him down into the bedding. He would cry himself to sleep eventually.


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