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["Human talk (English)]

[Prawn Speech]

The prawn shifted, restless. The sun had risen thirty minutes ago, and there was no sign of movement from inside his shack. He shifted again, scraping slightly against the tin of the roof beneath him. Suddenly, the clicking of a startled prawn broke the stillness. He jerked upright, balancing carefully on the hot metal of his roof. He leapt down quickly, aware that the girl must be awake. He opened the door quickly, standing outside the entrance to make sure that she wasn't trying to run away. HE moved forward to see her pressed into a corner, most of her body a prawns. She had a bare patch of human skin on her left let and her arm; her wounds were almost healed.

"Calm down, please. You're going to hurt yourself." The prawn said. The girl turned fearful eyes on him; her breathing slowing down enough that talking was available to her.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Where…. where am I?" she asked, and the prawn moved forward, his hands held into the air. She tried to press herself into the shack wall behind her, and the human skin started to bleed as prawn parts started to replace it.

"I'm…a friend. You came to me last night, remember? I helped you….and then I took you here, so that I could make sure that you were okay." He said, and the girl started to relax again, her eyelids falling half shut.

"I don't remember anything." She said, but these clicks came out garbled as her face started to change back into her human one. Her eyes changed last, fading from amber to light blue. She ignored her shifting hand to take the opportunity to wipe the hair out of her face. She leaned against the wall, her breathing coming out in puffs. The prawn watched, moving slowly towards the door. He had left it open incase she turned violent, but he wanted to shut it. He didn't want to be kicked out because he was sheltering a human.

"You never answered my question." She said, and the prawn startled, his antennae twitching. He moved forward, kicking aside small bits of things that were otherwise known as trash. She watched his feet, her blue eyes showing the fear and exhaustion that her face was hiding. He stopped two feet away, crouching down to be at her eyes level. As amber eyes met blue, a siren started to go off outside, causing the two to look towards the door. The girl made to stand up; she almost fell on top of the prawn in the process. He moved quickly, catching her arm to steady her as she struggled to get to the door.

"They know I'm here, I gotta go,…" she said, but the prawn kept a good grip on her arm. With the new threat, her shifting process spead up, and she was already shifting parts of her body subconsciously. She continued to mutter things under her breath, and the prawn was having a hard time deciphering what she was saying. He narrowed his eyes, watching silently as the sirens turned off, and the sound of rolling vehicles on the dirt roads outside echoed through the shack.

"You can't leave. They have choppers; they will find you and cut you down before you get three feet from my door." The prawn clicked, and she grew silent, her shifting pausing, slowing down as her fear dissipated. He gently urged her to stand, and she did, her eyes blank. He realized that something was off about her then, but he ignored it, intent on hiding her until he could figure out who and why they wanted the girl.

" Please…hide me." she said, and the prawn nodded silently, scuffing the floor with one foot as a latch was uncovered. He lifted it, letting go of the girl in the process. She stood quietly, watching with blank eyes. He opened the hidden panel, and she moved forward, dropping down into the darkness. He waited until he heard her moving around, and then he shut the trap door, moving the dirt around to cover it up. The vehicles had stopped by this point, and there was an urgent rapping on the door. The wooden door shuddered with the pressure, and the prawn moved forward cautiously, hoping the girl would stay quiet for however long it took to get the MNU out of his shack.

"MNU, open up!" came a loud, angry human voice, and he cracked the door, his amber eyes roaming over the crew outside his door. There were the normal soldiers, their black armour glistening dully into the morning light. The solider in front shifted his weight, showing his anxiety at shooting everything in sight. Behind them, was a obviously uncomfortable lab human, dressed in a contamination suit and thick white goggles. He opened the door a little wider, stepping out to meet them.

"What do you want?" he clicked, and the solider shifted again, his grip tightening on the gun. He just turned his gaze on the lab worker, and she squeaked, shifting to hide behind the nearest solider.

"We have reason to believe that one of you is hiding a human. Around her height, blue eyes, wounded in the left shoulder and leg, dirty blonde hair. You seen her?" the solider said, almost in a bored tone. He moved aside, showing the lab worker, and she took a small step back, her wide eyes showing her fear. The prawn walked forward, trying not to stalk. He was angry that they turned up at his doorstep, and after how the girl acted, he wanted to keep her as far away from these people as possible. He knew what they did to his kind.

"Why would one of us hide a filthy human?" he all but growled, and the solider raised his weapon, a silent snarl on his face. The prawn just reached out and knocked it down, the bullet that was meant for his forehead implanting itself in the soldier's own foot. He howled in pain, falling to the dusty ground and dropping the gun.

"I will warn you…" the prawn said, and he moved back towards his doorway. The lab worker watched with fearful eyes, hoping that she wasn't next. She had heard what prawns did to humans, and she didn't want that to happen to her.

"I'm the least aggressive prawn in District 10." He said, and with that, he shut the door. He waited until he heard the footsteps leave his yard and the engines rumble to life. The thrum of electricity intensified, and he looked towards the roof, almost as if he could see the mother ship bearing down on them. There was a slight tap on the trapdoor, and he jumped, thinking that it was on the door behind him. He scuffed the dirt off the metal, and he lifted it up to see the girl standing at the top of the rickety ladder. She smiled at him, and she got off the ladder, scooting over the floor instead of standing up.

"They're gone." He said, and she nodded, quiet. She leaned against the crate, hanging her head forward.

"I guessed as much." She said, and he moved to the other side of the shack, looking her over. She didn't say a word, closing her eyes.

"I never did hear your name." She said, her eyes still held closed. The prawn turned back to her, and she lifted her head, her eyes till closed as she let out a small smile. AS she opened her eyes, the prawn took a small step back as amber met amber.

She had the eyes of a prawn again. He closed his own eyes, sitting down on the bed. It creaked, but didn't give way as the girl noted that his clothes were little more then tatters, scraps of cloth that were held onto his thin frame by will more than anything else. She moved to get up as the prawn clicked something. She paused mid-step, straining her ears.

"Didn't catch that, sorry." She said, and the prawn sighed, repeating it. She smiled as she translated his clicks.

"You're name is Dingane?" She asked, and she closed her eyes, standing up. The prawn slid open one eye, making sure she didn't hurt herself as she moved closer to him. Her clothes were a ripped and dirty mess, but they covered her better than his own clothes did himself. She sat down on the bed as well, comfortable with the close proximity. The prawn stayed still as she leaned against him, very lightly, with her eyes still closed.

"If you're Dingane, then why are you here, in the busiest section of the District?" she asked, and the prawn opened both eyes, looking towards the wall. There was a tattered picture of the city of Johannesburg tacked to the wall, and there were alien scribbled all over it, marking MNU buildings and a certain house.

"I'm not only an exile, but a savior, as well." He said, and she leaned a little more of her weight against him. He started to relax, shifting a little so she wasn't just on his spines.

"I don't have a name. I have a number. B61487." She said, and she opened her eyes, their amber color filling with tears. She started to cry, her body fluxing with each small sob. The prawn carefully wrapped an arm around her, rubbing his hand in her shoulder to soothe her. Her small frame was shaking violently with the rapid transformations it was going through.

"How about I give you a name?" he said, and her sobs slowed as she wiped an arm across her face. Her cheeks were blotchy and red, and her amber eyes faded back into the human blue he was watching for. He made as close as a smile as his face would allow, and she smiled slightly back at him, nodding. He had the think quickly, going through the names he remembered from his daughter's naming.

" How about Kagiso? Dikeledi only works now because you're crying,…" he said, and the girl's face light up as she contemplated her choice.

"Am I really Peace, though? I've only seemed to bring havoc and tears to you, after all…" she asked, and Dingane looked towards the tattered picture again, his arm still wrapped around the girl. She leaned against him again, tired.

"I have a feeling that you will bring peace to this world, even if it causes more tears then smiles." He said, and the two sat quietly, listening to the noises of the awakening District around them.