Disclaimer: I am not the owner of District 9. I am a depraved psycho who writes porn (now with plot) staring hermaphrodite aliens.

Warnings: Body horror, violence, sexual content and language

A.N.: Check the blog. This chapter is set within the last chapter, if that makes sense. The song I used, I didn't use it for the lyrics, but for the feel, the message. Prepare yourselves for sadness, my sorrowful subjects.

Poleep-speak:

Niklaket: Leader caste, nobility (green Poleepkwa)

Teklad: Medic, doctor (blue Poleepkwa)

Graketd: Royal guards and Advisors (yellow Poleepkwa)

Lexcrant: Messengers (white Poleepkwa)

Krelaktyden: Military (red Poleepkwa)

Peclastr: Worker drones (beige, gray, brown, black Poleepkwa) Still not racist!

Jikrenkld: King, Primary Leader

Hekrandrt: Queen, Vice President Figure

Yetrkl: Family

Riklasnt: Parent/s

Claxrictrrrr: Term of Endearment for Offspring

Hecrtkl: Poleepkwa crying.

Chapter 6: Now We'll Never Know (Stole-Kelly Rowland)

II look at the bent-up tin can in my hands; I'd shaped this one into a car. I pick up another tin and some other bits and bobs I collected for this. Carefully, I shape it, making it into a delicate flower. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm letting her down; I can't let her down, I can't just let her go. I crush the pretty ornament in my tentacles. I can feel the jagged edges against my fingers and the scarred stump where one's missing. I did that for her, my Tanya, my angel.

I pick up another can and try and think up another toy for the twins, but my mind keeps drifting back to Tanya. I hurl the can at the dirt. I can't give upon her! We, we were trying… I try not to think about it, Tanya looking at me through her blond hair on night as we watched a movie, blushing even as she tried to seem casual.

It had been the dream; me, that silly little man, who even his parents didn't expect much from, married to my beautiful angel. I had the job, the house, we were gonna have kids, with her pretty blond hair and my eyes. She always loved my eyes. I catch sight of my reflection in the speckled, cracked mirror Al found to show me my Poleepkwa face. I run my tentacles over the antennae, the spikes of the exo-skeleton on my shoulders and chest, my face… God; this is the face of an animal, how can I love her looking like this? I love her like this, but she deserves better.

I hear a mournful clicking noise coming from my own mouthparts. I can't even cry for what I lost anymore. I sink to the floor and wrap my arms around my knees, feeling so fooking empty, staring at the animal in the mirror. That's me, that animal. I hear a knock on the door to the shack. "Go –click- away!" I manage. "Wikus? Are you all right?" Jack; sweet, protective, young Jack. "Wikus? Are you hecrtkl?" He carefully opens the door, when he sees my on the floor, trying to curl into myself, to disappear, but still looking at the thing in the mirror. Jack comes over carefully, slowly like he's gonna startle me and I'm gonna run away.

"Wikus…" He's really out of his depth here; he's got no clue why I'm even upset. "I still love her, my human mate. She was so pretty, ya know. So pretty and she was mine… And know I don't look right anymore, I'm different from her, so different, but I still love her. I don't wanna give up on her, Jack, but I know it's gonna be a long time and even then Skirilla might not be able to put me back…" Jack kneels down behind me and hugs me. I'm so tiny that even Jack's bigger than me, but it feels nice to be held by someone. "She's lucky, that you love her so much."

"But, do I deserve to love her? I mean, look what I did to the Poleepkwa before I changed!"

"And now you're sorry about what you did! And we forgive you." Hearing that; that they had forgiven me for genocide, I break down, unwrapping my arms from my knees and wrapping them 'round Jack, clicking at random intervals, my breath moving irregularly out of my lungs. Jack just lets me hold him as I mourn for my angel, my people and myself. All Jack can do is hold me as I let it all out.

XxCxWxX

Once I finally stopped, I let go of Jack, suddenly embarrassed about the hugging thing. He just gives me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Ya know what you were saying, about how you look?" All I can do is nod. "You've obviously got no idea what most of the others have been talking about since I took you on your tour." He winks, a very human gesture, whilst all I can do is stare at him. I gotta get back to my yetrkl. Darren will be around if you wanna go out."

"Er… why?" I look at him, tilting my head. "Cycle." Is all he says, and makes a face. I realize that, from what I've been told, mine should be coming around again. That might explain the emotional break-down. I wave Jack out, promising to make sure Darren's with me if I leave.

I pick the tin back up, and craft another flower.

Goodbye, Tanya.

TBC-

Love, Phe xxxxx