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Title: Queen Part 3/?
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warning: Spoilers for the movie, which everyone needs to see
Pairings: Hinting at many/Wikus, OPC/Wikus (OriginalPrawnCharacter)
Fandom: District 9
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 2,260
Disclaimer: Don't own and the person who does would cry a little. Maybe.
Author's Note: So I don't know if anyone still remember this fic but here's more! I re-watched the movie last night with a friend and damn did that draw me straight back into this fandom.

Wikus dared to leave his shack a few hours later when his stomach began to gurgle angrily. His transformation was slowly starting across his chest and roaming up his neck but he could barely feel the pain thanks to the affects of the cat food. But he wanted more cans to ensure that the pain stays away and he needed food. Plus, now that he was aware that the Prawns were insane and trying to make him into a queen, he had decided that he really did need a lock. And probably a weapon of some sort too.

The only problem was that he was well aware that none of the Prawns had moved from their gathering spot at his shack. In fact, more had joined. They all knelt patiently, with Samuel still close by his door, waiting for him to make an appearance again.

Taking a deep breath, Wikus threw all attempts at making friends out the window as he stormed out of the shack. “Get the fuck away from me, all of you.” He waved his human hand wildly. “I am not gonna be your fuckin’ queen so just leave me be.” He glared at the Prawns, certain that he would at least frighten the younger ones away. But they all remained kneeling and staring at him quietly. He scowled and kicked at the pile of offerings.

Wikus scraped his human hand through his hair, aggravated. “Fine, fuck it, whatever.” He stated absentmindedly as he started to walk away from the group. He paused as he felt something soft in his hand. Slowly lifting his hand to his face, Wikus could only stare at his hair. “Damn it,” he lashed out, kicking at his shack. He waved his hand frantically until the hair fell off his hand and floated to the ground.

He honestly wasn’t surprised that he would be losing his hair. After all, there wasn’t a single hair on a Prawn’s body, as far as he knew. “I’m gonna be bald before I’m fifty.” He mumbled as he continued to leave his home behind.

Wikus jerked in surprise as the Prawns all suddenly rushed forward and formed a small pile as they all fought and clicked angrily at each other. Wikus stared, a bit horrified, as one Prawn was tossed from the dog pile and into another shack. The Prawn merely got up and ran back into the pile, pushing and shoving with the rest of them.

It was only when one of the young Prawns came out from the pile with a few of his fallen hairs did he realize that they were fighting over his hair.

Disgusted, Wikus quickly turned from them and ran. He was glad for the distraction, at the very least. He needed to find a new shack incase the guys at MNU had noticed that the one he claimed as his own was suddenly popular for some reason and decided to investigate. He did not need to fight MNU all over again and keep away from crazy Prawns too.

An abandoned shack would be easy enough to find, Wikus decided as he headed to the piles of trash first. He rummaged through some old trash and frowned as he picked up a rotting banana peel. Wikus knew he wouldn’t be able to find anything more edible in the trash pile and he was unable to use his remaining cash to buy food anywhere since his face was featured in the media.

Nibbling on the end of the banana peel, Wikus continued his search. He found a bit of scrap metal and wondered if he could make his own lock. If worse came to worse he probably would.

“Here you are, my queen.” Wikus jumped in surprise and quickly spun around to face Samuel. “I was worried that I would have to look for you everywhere but luckily your scent is strong enough to follow.”

“Lucky me,” Wikus mumbled around his banana peel.

Samuel tilted his head to the side and his antennas twitched. “You shouldn’t wander around by yourself. It’s dangerous. The other Prawns might--”

Wikus took the banana peel out of his mouth and crossed his hands over his chest as he glared at the Prawn. “I can take care of myself, Samuel. I’ve faced enough shit by now to know how to properly fight.” He wasn’t going to admit to the Prawn that he honestly thought a Prawn could still probably kick his ass easily.

Samuel fidgeted from one foot to the other, “If you say so, my queen.”

“I do,” Wikus insisted. “So, you know, what I said earlier, about the whole leaving me the fuck alone? Yeah, I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me the fuck alone now.” Wikus grumbled. “I need to find some fucking food around here.”

“I can get you food, my queen.” Samuel offered as he took a step towards Wikus.

Wikus narrowed his two, by then, golden-yellow eyes, not trusting the Prawn. “At what cost?” Nothing was free, especially in the hellhole known as District Nine.

“No cost.” Samuel waved his hands in front of himself. “I’d be honored to help my queen.”

Wikus slapped his palm over his eyes. “Stop calling me your fucking queen, a’right? My name is Wikus Van Der Merwe.”

Samuel shook his head. “That was your human name. The MNU will give you a new, different name when they tag you.”

“Tag me?” Wikus frowned.

Samuel nodded and pointed to the bar code and the print that stated ‘Property of MNU’ under it, tattooed behind his antenna near the top of his head. “It’s mandatory for all Prawns living here.” Wikus grimaced, having forgotten about that little detail.

“I don’t care what name they give me, I’m keeping my own.” Wikus snapped moodily as he continued his search one handedly since he was still gripping his banana peel in the other hand. “You’d think some kid wouldn’t want to finish his cheeseburger and he’d throw it out.” He muttered to himself.

Samuel’s antenna twitched. “Is that what you wish for, my queen? A cheeseburger?”

Wikus blinked and then casted a narrowed gaze at Samuel. “Yes,” he stated, deadpanned.

“I will get you one,” Samuel stated eagerly, nodding his head. “Return to your shack so you can be safe and I will arrive shortly with a cheeseburger for you.”

Slowly standing up from the pile of trash, Wikus looked at Samuel, really looked at him. He was a normal Prawn, as far as they went. Some sort of fabric material wrapped around his hips, his skin showing a reddish tint, and he loomed over Wikus with his height. “You are gonna get me a cheeseburger in the middle of the day?” He asked doubtfully. “What are you going to do, just walk into some store and try to order one? I can tell you now they don’t fucking serve to Prawns.”

“Fret not, my queen, I have my ways.” Samuel assured and then jumped down from the pile. “I will be back at your shack soon with your cheeseburger.” He called out, waving a hand over his head and then disappearing around some shacks.

Wikus ‘harrumphed’ to himself as he watched the other Prawn leave. “Good riddance,” he figured as he popped his banana peel back into his mouth and returned to his hopeless search.

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Wikus returned to his shack hours later trying to ignore his rumbling stomach. He hadn’t found anything more edible than a banana peel and a rotten apple core. His mind had been thinking nonstop about his talk with Samuel about a hamburger and he cursed himself for it since the thought had made him even hungrier.

He had also given up his search for a new shack for the day; he was too tired and his body was aching. Wikus glared as the Prawns returned to crowd around his shack.

“There you are, my queen!” Samuel jumped down off of the roof of Wikus’ shack to land in front of the half-Prawn. Wikus jumped backwards, startled by the sudden Prawn in front of him. “I have been waiting for you.”

Wikus could only stare at Samuel in wonder wordlessly. Why did this Prawn have such an obsession with him?

Samuel fidgeted in the awkward moment as they simply stared at one another. Then he promptly fell to his knees and held up his newest offering. “Your desired cheeseburger, my queen,” he opened his hands to present a wrapped package.

Wikus’ eyes grew wide as he looked at the greasy wrapping. “You, you really got me a cheeseburger?” He was in awe with this Prawn and suddenly very impressed with him.

“You wanted one and as your faithful servant I got you one.” Samuel seemed to beam as he could sense how happy Wikus was.

Wikus hesitantly reached out and grabbed the cheeseburger. He unwrapped it and the smell of the pseudo-meat instantly hit him and made him moan with just the thought of biting into the meal and taste a bit of normality once more. Wikus glanced down at Samuel and waited for some sign of hostility. There was none so he quickly devoured the cheeseburger. He had meant to savor it but he was far too hungry to try such a thing

“That tasted like the greatest thing in the world.” Wikus moaned happily as he rubbed his morphed hand over his stomach.

“You are pleased, my queen?” Samuel asked as he stood up slowly.

Wikus nodded. “Thanks, Samuel.” He smiled genially at the Prawn. Then his back felt as though it was suddenly alit with a hot flame and he screamed as he crumpled onto the ground.

“My queen!” Samuel shouted and leaned over him as Wikus withered in the dust and screamed as loudly as his lungs would allow while his body was wracked with pain.

He thankfully passed out after a few agonizing minutes.

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Wikus awoke the next day to a worriedly clacking Samuel. “My queen!” Samuel shouted loudly as he noticed Wikus opening his eyes. “I have been so worried. You have been out for almost a full day. I was beginning to think that you--”

“Shut up,” Wikus snapped as he held his pain filled head. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes. “Everything feels horrible.”

“Your transformation is continuing, my queen.” Samuel explained. “It seems to be happening very quickly too.”

Wikus narrowed his eyes at Samuel accusingly. “What was in that cheeseburger you gave me?”

Samuel blinked and his antennas twitched. “I’m not too sure, really. The humans put strange things into their meals.”

Rolling his eyes, Wikus slowly began to stand. Samuel fretted and tried to help him but was batted away.

Wikus pressed his hands into the small of his back and inhaled harshly as he felt the hard exoskeleton of the Prawns. He gulped audibly and only then realized that he was shirtless as he looked down at his exposed front to see his skin flaking off in bloody clumps.

He groaned and started to stumble out of his shack, ignoring Samuel’s cry. Samuel followed him quietly as Wikus stumbled around aimlessly. Wikus didn’t know what he was searching for or even understand what he was doing. He just felt like he needed to do something and walking was something.

After an hour of purposelessly walking, Wikus started to head back to his shack. It was at that time that Samuel decided to try and speak up. “My queen, I--”

“Listen,” Wikus turned around and pointed at Samuel with his Prawn hand. “You call me queen one more time, and I’m going to sock you right in the face.” He held up his human hand, currently an angry fist. He was in no mood to deal with any more odd Prawn things, including Prawns themselves. Samuel was fine when he was quiet but it seemed like every time he talked he only achieved pissing Wikus off.

They continued to walk in silence for a few more steps.

“You’ll need someone to help you with your new role.” Samuel hurriedly stated.

“Let me guess, you wanna volunteer?” Wikus narrowed his eyes at the Prawn as he halted on his path.

Samuel kicked at the ground sheepishly. “I would be honored to do so, my queen.” Wikus clenched his hands at his side but resisted punching the Prawn in the face. “You do need someone to explain to you how to live your life as we do.”

“I am not one of you,” Wikus seethed.

Samuel’s antennas suddenly started twitching in front of Wikus’ eyes. Wikus took a step back but Samuel merely took a step forward to counter the move. “Your scent is more ours now than human. I would think that you will be fully transformed by the end of next week, which is fortunate for you since the MNU will be back to move us to District 10 around then.”

“Fully transformed,” Wikus frowned as the news sunk in. He knew he was doomed to that fate but he had hoped for some more time.

“Would you like a feast on the last day of your transformation?” Samuel inquired. “If you commanded it your subjects would do it instantly. We could fetch you whatever food you desired to celebrate, my queen.” Wikus scowled and punched Samuel solidly in the face then stalked away. The other Prawn scrambled back to his feet and hurried after him, making sure to stay a good foot behind the other.

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