Lonely

A never ending darkness, a never ending sensation of pain and injustice, I am surrounded by everyone, yet I am alone, no one bothers to talk to me, I get called names in the street, I don't have friends or family, I am the last I my house, I am the last of my kind, I am from a race long forgotten, I blend in sometimes however, sometimes they don't even notice me, but somebody always points it out that I am not one of them, my kind where hunted, butchered, slaughtered at birth, during wars, whatever time the humans saw fit, so is it my fault if I despise them? Is it truly my fault that I hate the humans? No, it is not, my time for revenge will come soon enough.

I don't live in a home, I live in the ruins of my people, we where and underground race on the verge of greatness, then the humans found out that we existed, we originally made "pacts of peace" little did we know we where signing our life's away, at first, the humans used us as slaves, sex slaves as well, we never stood a chance to defend ourselves, we where caught unaware, after a while, the hand grew tired of us as slaves, they degraded our species to nothing, we where nothing, the humans used is as target practice, as shields in time of war, that's the funny thing about humans, they are always at war, with everything, even nature, they decimate our world, even their own, our world once a hub of beauty and nature, now an industrial waste, where our rivers used to flow with gorgeous moi moi fish, now black, lifeless and full if decay, the humans world fairs no better, their world once had rain forests, full of life and wonder, now? Well lets say this, they are no longer there, their rivers as well, used to be teaming with life, now blood red, probably from the bodies that the humans have left dying in them.

I start my revenge swiftly, I search the ruins of my people, I find weapons that the humans didn't know about, weapons fair greater then all of theirs put together, they fiddle with lasers and bullets, both useless against our people's weaponry, throughout generations, we feared to use them, now, I will use them to revenge all the children, the women and men, today, is the day, the humans will be stopped, today is the day, the galaxy will be saved from the ruthless and psychotic race, today is the day I will have my revenge.

Throughout human history, wars where started for what was thought to be for a "greater good" even I can admit there is some truth to this, but nonetheless the truth behind it became evident. I start plotting my revenge by targeting leaders of the world, military leaders, then the rabble that are left, I will crush them all like ants, my first job however, is to test the weaponry and find shields.

It has been a whole year since I began plotting my revenge, I have found so much to decimate the humans, and it will be used. By now you are wondering who or what I am? Well, I was the leader, in my tongue I was the turlodnefi, which means the great leader, I am a reptilian race that take control of bodies to blend in to that civilisation. My first mission at the moment is to leave my home world for "earth" where I will destroy the leaders, and the lowlifes.

Exactly 3 days later, I land on earth, dressed in an indestructible armour, each step, a boom, a thunder crack I pull out my weapon and watch the basic lowlifes stare in amazement, I see a small boy, of age 6 at least, to show the humans I mean business I pick him up, and rip him in half, the cries they make as I throw him as i opened fire onto the crowd that gathered, I quickly vanquish them, as there soldiers stated as they ravaged us "you can smell the fear, the terror, you can see the little insects running"

The thrill of killing these people excites me, never have I loved something so gruesome, this here, this is where my revenge starts, I may not follow my original plan, but I enjoy slaughtering the humans anyway, this is my revenge, for my people, for my family, for my wife and child that was brutally raped.

i walk slowly through the now blood soaked streets, i slowly look about at the masacar i have caused.... i dont feel happy, i feel numb, so much pain and agony, is this how they felt after they extermenated my people? did they feel... nothing? no, they couldn't of, humans are incapable of compasion, they're incapable of any emotion. i hear light and quick footsteps, i turn round and see a little girl, i snarl and start to run towards her, she doesn't wince she doesn't move... i raise my hand up to strike, she doesn't make a sound, even when i am inches away from here, she just... doesn't make a sound, i pick her up by her neck, she is bleeding heavily, i feel it through my suit, strange, it feels, warm, sticky, she looks into my eyes, as i look into hers, her life is slowly fading, the light that once was there, the innocence, lost forever, so in her last breaths, i raped her, i pined her down and used her body for myself, just like they did to me, just like they did to my family, as soon as i was done i ended her suffering quickly, and as painlessly as i could, such mercy was not shown to my people, so why does her eyes burn so brightly still.

day 35,

nothing, just nothing, no sound, just a eery silance, i haven't found all the humans, nor have i killed them, i haven't slept in 3 days, i can't stop dreaming of that girl, how she reminded me, what have i become? A monster? i started out as the avenger.. no, i still am, i will kill them all and show them what its like, for my fmaily!