A Journey of Hope (District 9 fanfiction)

Chapter One - The Lieutenant

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Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction and story, so I'm sure there are bound to be some mistakes in my story; whether it be punctual, grammatical, or anything. But I will be doing my absolute best to make sure this story is preeminently delightful for all y'all's tastes. Constructive criticism is key here, so I would like to respectfully request that each reader thoroughly tell me what he/she thought about it and give me help and/or tips to improve my writing and storytelling skills or with the cultures of Johannesburg and the Poleepkwa in the District 9 universe; because I ain't going nowhere anytime soon. In conclusion, the timeline of this takes place a couple of years after the mothership stalled over Johannesburg, so the aliens are still allowed to roam some of the streets I assume. That is all, I really hope all y'all enjoy :3

Inspired by the stories: "Strings of Hope" and "Paradise Reclaimed". Both were written by the author: Mystic Blade

Chapter One:
The Lieutenant

"Writing is a journey into the unknown."
-Charlie Kaufman

Feeling a hand gently shaking his left upper-arm, he jolted up, ripping him from a deep slumber. He hadn't drunk any water in more than ten hours during his slumber, which was causing his head to pulsate painfully a few moments later.
Looking up with a piercing, pissed off gaze to whoever dared wake him from his wonderful nap, his face softened to see a young flight attendant, with a nervous smile looking down at him. "Sir? Wake

up. We have arrived at Johannesburg," she told him as soon as she made eye contact with the drowsy man covered with a large blanket. Not wanting to cause any problems, he returned the smile to her sincerely while noticing alarmingly, that all the passengers on the plane were gone except for him. The adolescent man spoke up to the female attendant while pulling the blanket off himself. "Thankyou ma'am, I'll be on my way immediately," he said with a solemn-like sleepy tone, standing up to fold the blanket, then handed it to her. Taking it with the same smile on her face, the young woman post-hastily walked off to the rear of the plane.
Starting to feel a little dizzy and lightheaded, he called out to the attendant, "Miss? May I have some water?" The young woman turned on her heel, fully facing him while walking backwards, giving him the 'thumbs up' sign, then continued on her way to the rear of the plane.
Stretching and yawning, he bent down slightly to look out the small window beside his seat; it seemed to be early evening.

Taking out his pocket watch to check the time, the long hand was near the VI mark. His stomach did a backflip; nearly tripping over the seats to get his luggage from the curved, overhead containers, putting the watch back in his breast pocket. Damnit! He thought, frantically but carefully easing out everything he owned onto the tiny aisle and seat, cursing himself for bringing so much when time was at stake currently, but being extra careful with his violin case.
Sealing the hatch overhead and squatting halfway down to grab his bags, he made off to the exit with tremendous haste. He did not feel like getting hazed by his new CO (Commanding Officer) for being late. He hated being late. His reputation was relatively positive so far amongst his superiors and he wasn't about to let his standards fall now. I'm a Marine, a United States Marine. I have never been late and I ain't about to start now...shit, where's my hat? He was at the open door of the plane, just about to step off onto the elongated platform connecting the commercial airliner onto the main building. Turning around completely to go back to his seat to retrieve it, he saw the same young flight attendant with his hat and a large plastic cup of water in the other, quickly pacing towards him. Stopping before the man, she smiled again at him, nodding. Taking his peaked hat and the water from her without a word, he returned the polite gesture as best as he could, but as soon as his face was clear from her, he let his face fall into a mild frown.