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Anger

Why am I doing this?

Why am I here?

Never mind. I know that.

Money. Power. Wealth.

You may be wondering what I am doing.

I will tell you.

It's not a thing you would expect a typical person to do.

Not even a power-hungry one. But I am not a typical person. No I am much more.

By now you are begging to know what it is I am doing.

She's putting money in my bag. I have a gun in my hand. It's aimed at her face. I guess you might call me a robber. I guess that is what I am. But I am a pro. I've robbed more banks and stores than you can imagine. She thinks I won't kill her. But she doesn't want to risk that much. But I can kill her. If she resists, I might. I've killed many people. Kennedy. Lincoln. Archduke Franz Ferdinand even. I also killed James Sewell, 51st president. And Ashley Cody, first woman president. For a price of course. You may not believe me. You probably will say, "How can that be? How can someone live from 1885 to 2093?" Well I've lived a lot longer. How old am I? I look twenty, but try twenty thousand. I despise this weak pathetic race, so full of themselves and yet so weak. So unbelieving unwilling to believe that there are other worlds, other races. Homosapiens, I hate them.

I can read their thoughts. They are so weak I can just look right in. Some people I can even change their thoughts, they think their thoughts are their own but that is not true. I could make them smarter and more like me, but I guess I can condone their stupid, idiotic behavior for now.

Oh. She's out of money. Better leave.

I guess you might call me an alien. I guess that's what I am. I look different than humans; my skin is light blue with dark blue patterns, not ugly dots or blotches like humans, but beautiful curls and waves and peaks. My hair is straight aqua with emerald streaks that frame my triangular head. My face is all light blue, except a dark blue spot on the bridge of my pointed nose that cam smell anything, even smells the human's machines cant detect. I have two eyebrows, which move independently. Nothing eludes the sharp glance of my green-gold eyes, a hundred times better than any humans. Even for one of my people I have good eyes, even my name is derived from my eyes, Maigen, piercing glance. My throat has poisonous spikes on it, and is black-blue. The rest of me is pretty humanoid. In this I am fortunate, I can blend in easier if I use hair dye and nasty human face paint.

I drove to my lair trying to banish dark memories of my past. Not the killing. That I don't mind. My life before I came to this horrid planet. Before this world full of stupid mindless creatures. Before these streets full of horrid stench of human sweat and vile human perfumes. They make me sick. But before life here I had a good life with my people. Before the crash… Oh. We are here.

Now I'm thinking about it. Well I might as well tell you.

It was a happy day. The…. king is as close as I can translate it…. King's anniversary sort of well anyway there was a lot of feasting and … I can't even think about this without crying. Well my family was there; everyone was there but me. I was the lone sentry on duty. Then they came. Who I don't know, from where I don't know. They destroyed it, my whole planet. Everything I loved. It was gone in a second. So I grabbed my …shuttle is the closest I can make it in this brainless human language, and got out of there. They shot me down. Desperately trying to stabilize the craft, I pushed the eject button. I flew through space for years just as my food was running low I finally crash landed on earth, this hideous wasteful polluted planet, and became an assassin so I can take out my anger on some one, and make this existence at least a little better with pathetic human luxuries.

I hate them that did this to me, them that exiled me here. I hate these humans I have to live with. I hate it. I want to die. But one of my people's curse is we cannot die by our own hand, nor one weaker than ours. I shall never meet death. I am exiled here for eternity.