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I've taken forever, and kinda forgot all about my stories! I'm sorry! XD
But, I do have the next chapter ready for you, have no fears.
It was morning, when Wikus woke up, and he stretched his long limbs out before attempting to rise from his cot. On the other side of the tent, he saw Honey standing at the front of their tent, silent. He still shook his head, remembering when they were still partially humans, three years ago. He scratched his head, and sat up, and smiled fondly of those wild months in District 9, how he, Christopher, Alexander and the girl, had escaped together from the MNU. He sighed quietly at the fact that Christopher or Alexander hadn't come back yet. He had asked the girl why she accepted the name 'Honey', and she had told him about this lady at the lab that treated her like a human, who had called her honey multiple times. Wikus felt awkward when he called her by her name, it felt as if they were together. He frowned, and his mind went immediately to Tania.
"Wikus," Honey clicked, bringing him back to reality. He blinked, and stood up.
"Yeah?" He chirped. Her tone that she used had concerned him. She sighed, and lowered her head.
"Will they keep their promise?" She clicked. Wikus nearly choked on himself as he gasped. She hadn't spoken a word since Christopher and Alexander had left. He joined her at the entrance of their tent. He looked to the clear, blue sky.
"Yes. Of course they will. We helped them escape, they will come back soon." Wikus reassured, landing a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes that rivaled his Tania's. Those eyes were sad, almost mournful.
"Today is exactly three years since they have left. I hope they come." She clicked softly. He dropped his hand from her shoulder. He turned her to face him.
"I believe they will. After all, you have basically saved us Prawns. There isn't any crime, no gangs, nothing but peace. And you are an ambassador for us to talk to the humans." Wikus clicked in a light tone, "You're a great leader." He concluded. Honey smiled.
"Wikus... I thank you for your compliments. But, I can't take any more of this. I get tired, and fed up with the humans. Our intelligence easily surpasses theirs. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of statues." Honey clicked, she shook her head, and exited the tent a few steps, "I don't want to be a leader. It's a lot of work, and I've done my share. I-" She stopped, and turned to Wikus, "I feel like I have turned out to be a follower, but I was forced into being leader, when none else stepped up." Wikus walked out to her.
"Honey. They will come. Your work will be praised, and it will pay off. Why don't you pick up some things on your way back in case Chris and Alexander drop by?" He clicked, smiling. She smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.
"You are a great friend, Wikus. You always point out the bright things in my life. I am greatful to know you." She said, before gazing over towards the city trucks waiting at the gates of District 10, "I must go talk again with the humans. I will bring some treats in case our long-awaited friends stop by." And Honey walked over to the trucks, where she had got in, and they drove off to Johannesburg. Wikus smiled, and went off to do some things within District 10.
As he strolled through the new District, he smiled at the differences here from the old District: It was cleaner, no violence, no gangs, no smells, no humans, just...Peace. He clicked to his tent neighbors, smiling as they clicked back happily to him.
"Hey Wikus!" One particular neighbor clicked to him, waving him over. He jogged over, and embraced his fellow Prawn.
"Yes Trenton?" He chirped curiously. The Prawn looked around, as if looking for someone. He nudged Wikus playfully.
"Are you getting along with your mate?" He clicked. Wikus playfully shoved him.
"Ah, you dog! You know full well that she's not my mate! Why do you ask?" He clicked. The Prawn smiled, standing tall.
"Well, I was just making sure she wasn't yours, you know..." He said. Wikus nodded. "And I was going to tell you that I an going to ask her to be my mate." Wikus smiled, and patted the Prawn on the shoulder.
"You know, good luck to you." Wikus said, "I really don't know if she's already had another Prawn in mind, or not. Why do you want her as your mate, Trenton?" Trenton chirped, and shook his head, then looked Wikus in the eyes.
"You don't know that she is a very attractive Prawn?" Trenton asked, and when Wikus remained silent, he continued, "Do you know anything about our mating rituals?" Wikus stared, confused, then shook his head sadly.
"Naw. I-No one has talked about it to me. See-" Wikus clicked, rubbing his neck.
Trenton slapped his back, and waved him to follow.
"Well, you will learn about it. Come, let me tell you over a can of cat food, eh?" He clicked over his shoulder to Wikus. Wikus nodded, and followed.
"Sure. I guess." Wikus clicked in reply, and followed his neighbor back to his tent.
Trenton sat on one side of a little table, and pulled two cans of cat food out of a cardboard box. He set them both on the table as Wikus sat down, and proceeded to open a can. Trenton started in on his slowly, taking little at a time. Trenton began.
"Now, when there are mates, there's only the two. With humans, there's a male and female. With us Prawns, there's dominant and submissive, since each Prawn each has the male and female organs. So, let's use myself as an example. I consider myself dominant. I will go and simply ask Honey if she would like to be my mate. Let's say she accepts. We will live together, and she will lay eggs even though we both can." Trenton explained between bites of food. WIkus idly ate at his, caught by the information.
"What if she declines?" Wikus clicked. Trenton smiled.
"Well, then I won't bother her for the rest of the day. But the next, I will ask again, in case she changed her mind. Surely she's been asked since we've all been here?" Trenton asked, leaning forward. Wikus nodded.
"Oh yes, she's been asked-Many times. Honestly, to me, it's annoying. I can tell she's getting a little annoyed, but..." Wikus paused, putting cat food into his mouth, "She's really polite about it, and her patience! I wish I had as much patience as she has!" WIkus clicked, and chuckled, "And I would have expected that the offering Prawns would be angered, but she is so polite about it, they smile, and leave her alone. I just am amazed everyday about the Prawns nowadays." Trenton nodded as he heard this.
"Yes. I heard she even has declined even the more attractive and powerful dominant Prawns. I know I probably don't have a chance with her, but I will try. After all, she is very desireable." Trenton said. Wikus shook his head.
"I don't want to be rude, but I'm not attracted to her as you are. We're friends that have been together since the whole episode with MNU. We understand each other well. What is it about her that you like? I don't-well, we all look the same to me." Wikus asked, and stuck more food in his mouth, and gazed outside. Trenton smiled, and hummed.
"Her form is perfect. Her color is exotic, and her eyes are just- just-..." He paused, and placed a tentacle on his chin, thinking, "There are no words for how wonderful, beautiful her eyes are, Wikus. I just don't know a word that descirbes that." He looked over at Wikus, "Surely you think her eyes are pretty, right?" Wikus smiled, and nodded.
"My Tania has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Honey's would have to be second to my Tania's." Wikus said, pausing from his food, and watching the little Prawn's outside playing with a soccerball. "She's done so much for all of us. I can't imagine going back to living like District 9." Trenton clicked loudly, and pointed outside.
"And she has! The little ones can play outside without fear, there's no violence, no humans to bother us! I honestly thought she couldn't do it, but she stepped up, and told all of us that day what she was going to do." Trenton clicked, his brown eyes distant, as if reliving the memory, "She said that if anyone stands against the good for our people, she would kill them. She said she would allow each Prawn to own guns, but under certain conditions. And the one I thought was practically impossible: negotiating with the humans for supplies of cat food for the two million of us, and low-paying jobs." Trenton said. Wikus shook his head slowly.
"She did have to kill only the three Prawns." Wikus clicked quietly, "She honestly didn't want to, she told me over and over again that she didn't want to, but she did. Once that was over, everyone was basically at her feet in compliance for her."
"She divided up guns between each section for all of us. She supplied us all clothes and cat food. She even got things for our little ones." Trenton clicked softly, and placed a hand on Wikus' arm, "She has turned us around for the better. It was a lot of work, I bet. Yet, what confuses me, is that she doesn't get herself nice clothes, and guns." Wikus looked at Trenton.
"She's giving her all to our race. She wants the better for our people." Wikus said, finishing off the catfood, "She gives me the money she's earned for all of us, and I budget it all out: clothes, food, and any other necessities for our people. She's done a lot for us, Trenton." Wikus said, and finished. He stood, and smiled. "Well, thank you for the treat, and telling me about the mating business." Trenton nodded, and stood as well.
"Of course, of course! Wikus, if you ever have questions, just ask, eh?" He said, and patted Wikus on his spiky back. "I'll be seeing you later, I have some odds and ends things to do today." Trenton said, and exited the tent with Wikus. Wikus smiled and nodded.
"Okay, thanks Trenton." He clicked, and went about his business.
Honey sat at the long table in the conference room, and was handed a folder full of papers. She looked at the folder with blue eyes.
"What is this?" She clicked, opening the folder. A woman smiled, and pointed with a pen from across the table.
"Oh nothing much, just a couple papers on our progress, and some charts there in there-for you to keep for your records if you want." She replied. Honey nodded, and glanced over the papers.
"Oh. Yes, thank you for getting me these." Honey said, and neatly stacked them and returned them into the folder. A man sitting next to the woman watched her.
"Will they come back today?" He asked quietly. This made Honey freeze in her actions, and she slowly looked up at them. There were four others, and they were all watching her.
"You know it was today?" Honey clicked. The man nodded, and showed concern.
"Are they?" He asked again. Honey sighed, and rubbed her neck.
"Not to be rude or ungrateful for your hospitality these three years," Honey clicked, and paused. They all shook their heads.
"No don't worry about it, we understand." The woman commented, and she watched Honey. Honey then continued.
"I honestly hope they do. Ever since my history with MNU, I have become a Prawn, and have taken these Prawns as my own people. Although we are more peaceful under my leadership, I can't stand being here much longer. The other Prawns that were here originally have spoken about the home planet. I hear it's larger than Earth, has seven moons, and is utterly beautiful." Honey clicked, sitting back in the chair. Another man nodded.
"I'm sure you all are anxious to get home. I would be too, if I were you." He commented. The woman spoke up.
"We would like to give you something, for your very hard work, and your cooperation and help given to us to make your stay here more enjoyable for your people." She said. Honey's eyes met hers, and she waved her tentacled hands.
"Oh no, I couldn't accept something from you. Thank you, but, I really-" Honey began to click, but was cut off by the woman.
"No, we insist. If this is the last we see of you, we will show you our utmost gratitude." She said, and stood, gesturing with her hand, "Come this way."
Honey was lead back out the conference room, and into a larger, auditiorium looking room. Many people immediately stood up, and gave a standing ovation, as Honey was lead to the front to the stage.
Honey got to the stage, and was urged to take the podium. Honey hesitantly stepped up onto the podium, and the cheering continued. One of the men from the conference room stood, arms raised, as the crowd grew silent. Honey looked around at the signs that many had made, and the happy faces. Some had hearts painted on them. Others said: We support Prawns. Honey faltered, and then began to speak.
"It's been a long three years since we were moved to District 10." Honey started, and heard murmuring from the crowd, "But since no other had stepped forward to keep this District 10 from becoming like 9, I had to. And I did. Instead of violence, there is peace." An outburst of cheering. She smiled, and waved a tentacled hand.
"And I enjoy watching our little ones playing around with each other-" Honey said, choking up, but she caught herself, "They play without fear from being harmed. We no longer have to fight each other for food. I have been recently seeing more and more pairs as I am told that my people are beginning to act like they would on our home planet. I am happy that my people no longer fear, or hide anymore. I have worked hard these three years. But, I couldn't have done it without those who would stop and listen to what I had to say." Honey said, and the whole crowd stood up and applauded once more. Honey waved a hand, and silence ensued. "I thank those who have graciously offered their time, work, and help for the sake of the lives here in Johannesberg and District 10." Honey said, and smiled, "On behalf of my people, I would like to thank you all for your wonderful help." Honey clicked, and bowed gracefully. Another ovation, and the first three rows of reporters began jumping up and down hsyterically. Honey raised her hands, concerned.
"One at a time, and let's go down the row, please." She asked politely, and a man in glasses stood with a pad and pen.
"Today is exactly the third year since the mothership left Earth. When do you think they will come back for the rest of you?" He asked. Recorders were jutted out in front. honey smiled, and chuckled.
"What? You want to get rid of us already?" She asked. And the whole room chuckled. "Honestly," Honey said, and all grew quiet. Honey looked down at the podium for a while, and then resumed her gaze on the man. "I think they will. Only for two reasons: One, they will come back for the rest of us, and you will be rid of us for good." Honey clicked, then looked around the room, "And two, I have two good friends that left on that ship. We had went through the MNU thing together. I await their return, as I notice that you have too." Honey chirped, and looked around. "That was the only question you all wanted to ask?" It was quiet. A woman stood, also with pad and paper.
"We don't want it to sound rude that we ask this. Since you have turned District 10 around, we are beginning to understand you all more." She started, and the crowd started to chant, "Humans and Prawns! Humans and Prawns!" Honey waved a hand, and smiled.
"Thank you, really." She clicked. Someone in the back stood up, and Honey pointed to them. A little girl approached the stage, and clambored up the steps. Murmurs went throughout the room as security guards moved to restrain the girl. Honey shook her head.
"No, let her be." She clicked. The little girl walked up to Honey, who had dropped to her knees to the girl, so she could see her. Cameras flashed at this movement. The little girl had a brown eye and one white one. The girl was wearing a cute pink dress, and black shoes, with red ribbons in her long, blond hair. She giggled.
"I am blind in one eye." The girl said, pointing. Honey smiled, placing a hand on the girl's head.
"That does not matter. You still can see from your other, sweet girl." Honey said. More flashes. The girl grinned a eight-year-old grin, and pulled something out from behind her back.
"I made you something, so you can remember us forever." She said. Honey took the object, wrapped in newspaper, and opened it. It was many pieces of glass, five sheets of two pieces of glass fused together. Between the glass were objects that had been pressed.
A monarch butterfly, a miniature rose, some dirt, some grass, a picture of the girl, some animal hair, some sand grains, a sea shell, a feather, some twigs, and other random earth objects. Honey smiled a genuine smile to the girl, and gently set down the glass pieces, and brought the child into a hug.
"This is a wonderful, beautiful gift you have given me. Thank you very much, young one." Honey clicked, looking into the girls' eyes. The girl giggled, and hopped off the stange, and ran to the back rows. Honey walked down the steps to the front of the room and waved a hand, and held her glass gift up.
"I will treasure this. Thank you very much. I must now return back to District 10 for I am tired from this excitement. I bid you all a wonderful day, and best wishes to all of you. Thank You." Honey clicked, and walked down from the stage, and out the back door.
She got into the truck that brought her here, and she watched silently out the window at the almost setting sun in the West. She loved watching the sun set. She silently mused at the thought of going to the Prawn planet, and watching their sun and moons circle above in the sky. The driver coughed, and she turned to see as he pointed out the front window. Honey grinned, and nearly made the driver roll the truck as she gave him a large hug, clicking happily.
"Thank You for all you have done. They are here to take us home again. I can't wait to see my friends again." Honey clicked and chirped. She then watched as the large mothership hovered silently over District 10 as little drop ships descended to the ground.
Yay! They came back! Woot.
Am I the only one that's heard rumors of a new District 9 (10?) movie coming out sometime? Eh. Don't mind me then. I don't know.
If it is true, I'd like to see it before 2012. lol You never know what's gonna happen. XD
Next chapter is coming up! EAT CAT FOOD! NOW!