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Key to Merwe
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"You are lucky, human." Travis clicked gravely.

"What?" Wikus snapped out of it, not even realizing he had been staring off in the direction Christopher had left.

The yellow Poleepkwa gazed off in the same direction, mandibles twitching in contemplation before he turned back to Wikus, "Any other person would have died for the way you just spoke to him."

"Why? You guys would've killed me, eh?" Wikus grinned weakly.

"No, Christopher would." Travis thrummed matter-of-factly.

Wikus blinked. He knew the green guy was top dog, but he didn't realize it had been THAT big a deal. He looked to the rust red Prawn for confirmation, and Carter merely nodded.

Sighing, Wikus took a step, and promptly stumbled as his legs locked.

"Fook!" He cursed, barely keeping from falling flat on his face.

When a red arm appeared beside him, Wikus swatted it away, "I already told you guys, I don't need your fookin' help!"

"Your pride will get you nowhere." Carter clicked in annoyance.

"Does it look like I fookin' care? Just leave me alone!" Wikus exclaimed, his fear and anger all rolling into one, uncontrollable ball of rage.

Travis and Carter shared a look. This had to be the most stubborn-

Then suddenly a new scent filled the air as the humid wind shifted. Their antennas flicked to attention, apprehension making Travis's slender antennas flatten and Carter's thicker stubs to weave in quick spurts of agitation.

Wikus felt a certain unease fill his gut.

When he looked around with his mismatched eyes, he realized most everyone had scuttled off. Only a handful of them were left, the others having enough sense to take their leave the moment they caught wind of the other Prawn.

Then a scratchy clicking filled the silence, "So for once, the rumors are true..."

Wikus whipped around to see a tall Prawn, his coloring a deep brown with splotches of grey, as though you were looking into a murky pond. His eyes had the same coloration, though the intelligence in them flashed through the dark depths. His limbs were long, lean and muscular. The same as Christopher. Except this Prawn held himself with a menacing air.

Flanking him were two gray Poleepkwas, both similar in every feature. As if they were twins.

"Get out of here, Wikus." Travis hissed, clicks barely audible. He didn't even turn his head to address the hybrid, clearly not wanting the other to see him give the warning.

"What?" Wikus blinked. How could he? He could barely walk.

As if reading his mind, Carter -crouched on the other side- murmured low, "Lead with your claws, as if you were on your human toes. The faster you want, the more to the point you dig in and release. One smooth motion."

"Easy for you to say." Wikus grumbled.

To the brown Prawn, Travis clicked, "What do you want Shaun?"

The brown Poleepkwa narrowed his eyes, "Christopher is not the only dominant in this group. He may have the majority favor, but as you can see, that is mainly comprised of mindless worker drones."

Wikus froze as that sharp gaze flickered to his ebony form, wishing for all the world he could shrivel up and disappear.

"I have rights to meet new members as well... And even from here I can taste this one's scent." Shaun paused, eyes closing briefly as he inhaled deep, opening once more as he growled, "And I must say, it is heavenly."

Wikus's eyes widened, antennas whipping upright in alarm.

The atmosphere shifted. Shaun took a step forward.

Travis turned to shout at the frozen hybrid, "GO!!"

Carter simultaneously gave the black Prawn a shove in the other direction. Snapping out of his impression of a shivering statue, Wikus almost fell as he turned tail. He didn't need to be told more than twice.

"Bring him to me!" Shaun growled at his two grey lackeys and they were off like a shot.

Fear laced up Wikus's spine and he concentrated on running, one foot in front of another and on his tip toes as Carter had instructed.

After a few awkward stumbles, the former human caught on quickly. Before he could enjoy any self-praise, he heard the scuffle and loud angry chitters as the two greys had Travis and Carter to deal with.

Wikus risked a glance backwards. The four were fighting something fierce. Carter -covered in his thick, red shell- ferociously tore into his opponent, trading blow for vicious blow. Travis was a yellow blur, spinning and clawing as though he was dancing with his.

Before Wikus could cheer them on, he realized that they were so busy with their brawls, that there was one extra Prawn left.

Shaun.

Wikus's breath caught in his throat, as he saw the brown Prawn slowly smirk. Shaun's thick antennas swiveled in his direction, the large Prawn crouching low.

Oh, fook...

In a cloud of dust, the brown Poleepkwa was suddenly sprinting towards him.

Fook!

Wikus pumped his Prawn arms, putting his all into his own run. The other may have the advantage of simply being in his own, natural form, but Wikus had a few advantages of his own.

For one, he was a quick fookin' learner. It was how he had climbed the ladder so quickly in MNU.

And for another, Wikus Van de Merwe could run like no other fooker in the planet.

Especially when his life was on the line.

-o-o-o-

Christopher nodded as he listened to the problems the orange Poleepkwa was having.

He had recently lost his eggs.

On top of that, the Nigerians were expanding their turf closer to his shack.

Christopher placed his tentacles on the other's hard shoulder, "Do not worry, my friend. It will be taken care of. Should you wish to create another egg with your mate, inform me and I can assign one of my men to guard the unborn Prawnling."

Those orange eyes widened, "T-thank you, Christopher. Thank you."

"I am sorry for your troubles, my friend. But you are most certainly welcome." Christopher grinned, turning to open the door of the shack.

The rays of the sun had barely filtered inside the opening when a black blur sped past, the Prawn running as if all hell was on his heels.

Christopher blinked, tentacles grasping the doorframe as he scented the lingering molecules left behind.

"Wikus?" He trilled aloud to himself, the Prawn having sped too far away to hear.

It would have been impressive if Christopher wasn't worrying about what sort of trouble the hybrid had gotten himself into now-

Then the brown Prawn sped past a couple shacks down. Ripping through the dirt at the same speed. Heading in the same direction.

Christopher barely had to scent this one, his antennas stilling in a deep-veined dislike, the intensity of it embedded into his genetic code. Another dominant.

Shaun.

And he was after Wikus.

The doorframe dented under the sudden pressure of his tentacles, the metalwork giving a strained groan.

Without turning around, Christopher clicked shortly to the orange Poleepkwa behind him, "I must go."

Before the orange one could even say anything, his own feelers pressed to his head at the sudden wave of aggression that had filled the air, Christopher was gone. The Prawn was left to blink owlishly at the rather large dents in the metal of the doorway.

-o-o-o-

Wikus hardened chest heaved for breath, his legs pumping faster than what would have been physically possible, were he still human.

The dust kicked up easily in his wake, though his mind was constantly spinning.

What should he do?

He couldn't outrun the other forever, right?

That's when his feelers twitched, tasting a familiar scent that he must have sprinted past a while ago.

"Christopher?" Wikus clicked hopefully, stumbling in his steps.

Surely the green Prawn could help him!

Wikus pivoted, arm clawing the ground to keep him upright with the sudden shift in direction.

"Christopher!" Wikus called once more, sprinting back in the direction he had been previously running, the dangerous brown Prawn nowhere in sight.

But before he could get very far, the brown Poleepkwa landed in his path, having leaped down from the rooftops.

"Why do you call out for those who are not here? I am. Your focus should be on ME hybrid." Shaun growled, taking step after forceful, measured step.

"I-I have done nothing. Please... Please just leave me be." Wikus said weakly. He could feel the other's pheromones pumping in the air.

Submit. Submit. Submit.

That was the message trying to force itself onto Wikus. It lacked subtlety or finesse, simply demanding him to give up his free will.

Wikus cringed back, antennas wilting against the fierce allure.

Shaun walked slowly, matching each of Wikus's backward shuffle with a step of his own, "No one has told you, have they? Why they tolerate you. Why Christopher has not killed you for what you have done. You are completely oblivious aren't you? Ignorant as your genetic human predecessors."

"W-what?" Confusion stilled Wikus's feet, allowing the brown Prawn to creep maddeningly closer. It was true.

He did wonder these things.

For all the intolerable things he had done, working under the traitorous MNU corporation, why was he allowed to live?

"It's true... we are a rather... forgiving species." Shaun's slow drawl bristled angrily at those last words, before he composed himself once more, "But there is more to it than that."

Wikus stumbled backwards as he realized how close the other Prawn had gotten.

"You are -to put it bluntly- quite beautiful." The brown Poleepkwa said in all seriousness.

This, again, made the smaller Prawn come to a surprised shock.

Wikus stammered, looking down at his new form, "Wh-what?"

His own dark coloration seemed to gleam in the sunlight, a thin layer glimmering in a way not un-similar to the way a polished oyster shell would. A black depth, but an opaque layer gleaming with almost an invisible rainbow-like quality. Add the robin blue splashes to the mix, and the coloration was complete.

"I-I'm sorry. Could you say that again? 'Cause I thought you just said that I was... er... 'quite beautiful' if I heard correctly." Wikus stammered, eyes looking back up in disbelief.

Fook.

Please let him have misheard. Please let him-

"You are correct." Brown eyes raking down, then back up, Wikus's slender form, "A fine specimen, indeed."

Oh bloody hell.
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Key to Merwe	By : BlueBastard Category: 1 through F > District 9 Views: 5819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Key to Merwe