A/N: Fourth chapter! Yay! So, I have alot of people who had added my story to thier story alert list (thanks to everyone who did that, btw) and I have alot of reviews! Okay, so the storyline here is a little split, but I seperated everything that was on a different storyline or in a different person/prawns point of veiw. If you are confused in any way, please either tell me in a review or a PM. Thanks to everyone who has faved my story or commented, I appreciate it! Please, tell me what you think!~

"Human Speech ( English)"

"Alien/Prawn Speech"

Flashback/ Memories

In District 10, Kagiso and Dingane were still practicing Kagiso's control. So far, she had only been able to stop the change for a few seconds. Dingane had to hand it to the girl; she had guts. She didn't stop trying until well after the sun had set. He seemed to be the only on in the shack that noticed that the MNU agents were still swarming the District. He looked towards the girl he was taking care of, sighing. They must still be performing medical experiments. After two getting away, you would think that they would find a way to keep track of them…but, they obviously hadn't, or the two of them would be back in the lab. He looked towards the girl again, noticing subtle similarities to another human female he once knew. Very well. But, Kagiso was not her. She would never be. She sat on the crate, exhausted, as she stared at the can. And nothing happened.

"Kagiso?" Dingane asked her, and she looked at him, her face a mask of determination. She looked back at the can, and then back at the prawn.

"I think I did it, Dingane!" she said, and she leapt off the crate, wavering slightly on her feet. She had refused to eat, not giving in until she had at least a little bit of control over her shifting. She looked towards Dingane, triumph shining in her blue eyes. She smiled broadly at him as he twitched his antennae, looking from her towards the ratty picture of Johannesburg, and back towards her again.

"That's great, Kagiso. Are you ready to eat yet?" he clicked, and she nodded, still smiling. She walked forward, grabbing the can with one still human hand. She looked at it, then raised it closer to her face. She sniffed, and then she went ridged, suppressing the change. Dingane walked forward a step, his eyes locked on her face. She had stopped breathing for a few seconds, but as he watched, she opened her eyes and looked at him as she picked up a handful of cat food, popping it into her mouth happily.

"Mission accomplished." She said, and Dingane moved towards the bed, sitting down heavily. He glanced towards Kagiso, and he saw that she had stopped eating. He glanced around, trying to find the disturbance. She turned to him, and in a hollow voice, half prawn and half human, she spoke.

"He made you a promise." She said, and Dingane stopped up, shocked. She shouldn't know this. What was wrong with her?

"He WILL be Back." She said, and she closed her eyes, her head slumping down on her chest as the half empty can rolled out of her loose grip. She started to fall to the side, but Dingane caught her, holding her in shock. He turned to the bed, clicking angrily and quietly to himself. He was lost in thought, the memories of that day, three years ago, fresh in his mind.

He knew he was dead. There was no way he would escape. He was too weak, too tired to fight anymore. He almost welcomed the thought of death. All of this pain, just going away. He looked into his killers eyes, holding a hand up to block the sun. The man raised a handgun to his forehead, glaring at him. He started to laugh, moving closer.

"Now I see why they all wanted a piece of you! You half breed!" he screamed at him, but he just sat there, queit and still in shock from the armour. He waited for his death calmly. The sound of skittering feet and prawn clicking soon surrounded the two of them, and the man raised his gun, pointing it at the swarming mass of prawns that was circling around them.

"Stay way, you stupid prawns!" he screamed, and he fired a few shots at them. Only a few fell, causing the rest to become angry. They swarmed him, pushing him to the ground and ripping at his body. The other human, the half-breed, looked towards the sky, laughing. He glanced at the helicopter before the swarm overcame him, and he was lifted off the ground and hustled away.

"Kagiso. What did they do to you before you found me?" he asked, and he absentmindedly brushed a piece of hair away from her forehead. He noticed then that there was a number stamped onto her skin on the very back of her neck. He carefully picked up the hair, turning her head slightly to get a better glance at it. The number B61478 was printed neatly there, and above it was the site of several injection sights. He looked at it in shock. He had seen other bodies like this turn up, but the half-breeds either became a full prawn, or they died from sudden transitions. How was it that this girl, younger than most of the experiments he had come in contact with before, could live after something so deadly to the older humans?

"I can understand that you could survive this, but how would you have such knowledge?" he asked to her, aware that in her current state, she couldn't speak to him. He settled down on the crate, tucking the half eaten can of cat food into a plastic bag for later. He leaned against the crate, his eyes locked onto the girl as she slept.

"I have a feeling that there is something you aren't telling me, Kagiso." He said, and with that, he nodded off into sleep.

In the MNU building, the lab worker was being briefed by her boss. They still were unable to find her, and her boss was getting very angry. He wanted her back, now.

"You remember what I showed you down there, right?" he asked, and the lab worker nodded, adjusting her goggles. He sighed, moving closer to her with a clipboard. He offered it to her, and she took it, looking it over. It had pass codes and other information dealing with 87146B. She looked from it to her boss.

"We're setting him loose." He said, and he waved at her. She nodded, quickly exiting his office. She strode uneasily over to the elevators, calling it for better access to the holding cells. When it finally reached her, she walked in, making sure that no one came with her. She waited impatiently as the elevator made its slow way to the holding cells, but it paused halfway there, asking for an identification code. She quickly looked over her clipboard, saying the right code and continuing on to the cells. She walked uneasily towards 87146B's cell, stopping before it with the clipboard in a death grip.

"87146B?" she asked to the cell, and the lights flickered once, showing movement from within the cell. She took that as an affirmative as she looked over her clipboard again.

"B61478 shifted to the shrimp, and is buried. Request? Relocation, Capture. Request second? Nauplii ." she said. To her, it was all a mess of jumbled words, but the prawn she was talking to understood her perfectly. He clicked quietly to himself, his red-rimmed eyes locked onto to human that was before him. He waited for the last code, the one that would let him free.

"Request exit code? 345M6221N00009U867. 87146B, cleared." She said, and the door in front of her unlocked, raising into the ceiling and allowing the prawn into the MNU building. He walked forward, towering over the tiny human.

"Its so good to be out again." He clicked, his eyes locked onto the petrified human in front of him. He walked forward, seeming to feed off of her fear, before bounding away, disappearing down the dark hallway. All around the lab worker, the other occupants of the holding cells started to roar, scaring her to the point of no return. She fled, dropping the clipboard in her panic. The din petered off as the female passed each cell, until everything was quiet. 87146B's cell hung empty, showing the scribbles and number that was repeatedly scratched on the walls with a rock. It would be empty until he returned.

The red shelled prawn ran through the tunnels that only he knew about below the city. They were used for this purpose, and he was running straight into the heart of the District.

"I will find you, B61487. You are mine!" he clicked to himself, and he ran faster, stopping below the covering to the outside world. He popped it open, peering around before he fully emerged into the middle of the district. He set the covering back carefully, scraping dirt over it so that it was effectively buried. He set off in the night, gathering a ratty blanket that would serve for his cloak. He didn't want anyone else to know he was here. He still had a few friends in the District, but he didn't care about them anymore. All that mattered was finding B61487. He set off into the night, the dark colored cloak covering his noticeable coloring and allowing him to blend in with the shadows.