Disclaimer: I do not own District 9 except for my OC Ross Lennox.
NOTE: I apologize that I haven't updated in forever, and I know that most of you must've wondered if I was ever going to continue into chapter four. Well, here I am, so no worries! I thank all who reviewed on the previous chapter, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Lennox blinked his eyes tiredly; stress it was. It hadn't been worse before, but after the one night that he decided to stay up till morn, he had been frequently awake 24/7. It's almost been three years now; only a few more weeks to go and if they're lucky, Christopher will come back earlier. He doubted his thought would ever come true.
He walked over to the old coat rack in his shack, and grabbed the tattered shoulder bag he found a while ago off of the hook and he placed it over his shoulders.
For a prawn, Lennox was easy to get along with as long as you're not a human. He abhorred them very much, but Tania, Wikus' wife was different. She had an invisible aura of kindness around her, and he felt guilty for doing the idiotic things he did to the polite woman. He was a soldier, and was trained to have respect to all beings alike and different, but his stay in this... dirt ball has made him very... uncivil, and he felt guilty. So many sins he's done and there was no way to repay them. He hated it on Earth, as most of the Poleepkwa do, but he tried to make the best of it; and Wikus was always there to lend a hand.
He sighed, and shook his head to clear the thoughts away. What was he suppose to be doing? Ah yes, getting ready to meet up with Wikus and Tania.
Lennox jumped back at the sudden thud on his shack's door. He quickly grabbed his cap and put it on, and pulled his door open; only to stumble back at the sight of a dead prawn. He collided into the shelves and silverware along with the china he had collected many years ago fell to the floor with loud clangs and glass breaking. He stared at the lifeless corpse for a few seconds and saw that it was only a kid, an innocent prawn kid. He glared, and stood to the coming footsteps that stepped on rubble. Lennox stumbled forward and up, faced with an MNU agent with the human's gun pointed at his face at the front door.
"Get out, prawn."
Slowly, the ex-Poleepkwa soldier raised his arms and stepped out of his shack.
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter; but at least we know a bit about our friend Lennox! I'll try to get more, longer chapters up but for now, please bare with me as I have school and will have many times where I have writer's block.