I am number 69, the last of my kind. We were the space lords; there were 70 of us on earth. We came because the Virus Fang destroyed our planet and we were the last of our kind. We arrived here through each of our own way of transport- no two-space lords came together. The way that I made it here is by a Legof. A Legof is the name of our spaceships back on my planet that can travel in any atmosphere and disguise itself as anything. The Legof is as living as I am. Most of us traveled that way, but there were a few of us who knew how to teleport. But, now I am the last one left to save the world from the Virus Fang. I have been hiding from the monsters that killed most of my brothers. They are the Virus Fang; they search to destroy all life from space lords to humans. The scars of my dead brethren are split between my two legs. Each of the scars is engraved with a small picture of which of my brethren it represents, leaving a memory of those who I have lost in battle. The scars hurt every once in a while. It’s almost like they are still living as a part of me. Some mornings I wake up and the pain is so unbearable that I actually believe that my brethren are crawling out of the scars on my leg and coming back to life. It’s morning. A seemingly normal morning and the warm smell of hot cocoa in the air awakens me. It is almost like I’m in one of those human children cartoons, where the smell of food is in the form of a hand cloud and it drags you all the way to the kitchen. The smell is so strong that I could not resist following it and not knowing what it would bring me to find I did follow it. Only if I knew what was going to happen next maybe just maybe I wouldn’t have followed the sweet smell that woke me up from the best slumb... ... middle of paper ... ...e human name Billy. I wonder if they will do what they did to Billy to me pull every single hair out one by one until I tell them what they want to know. But if you don’t give them the information they want then they will take a super small knife only half a centimeter long but is very sharp, and they make small incisions all over you body. If you’re a space lord this isn’t a problem because you heal to complete health right after the blade it moved from the spot where it was jabbed. Even though a space lord can heal faster then damage can be inflicted to us we still can feel the pain of each and every wound. The only wound that won’t go away is the scars left behind from our dead brethren. Since I am the Virus Fangs last enemy other then the humans poor little still evolving to their greater form humans who don’t even know what is going on outside of their planet.