We know what you are thinking.

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"Some call us cold blooded killers" They stood there glaring at me. "But are we, are we any different to those who kill in the name of their country or the doctors who practise euthanasia" I didn't know what to say to them. "Are we not just doing our job like them".  I couldn't answer them right away.  I sat there on the rocks, racking my brain for an answer.  They stood there, staring at me on the beach just as the sun began to set.  He emerged from the see, dripping wet, exhausted and glimmering in the setting sun. "Yes tell us are we the same as them or would your race class us as low life scum"2

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An our later i still gave them a vacant expression.  I sat there desperately trying to think. Any whilst i was doing that i did get distracted when he gathered as much wood as he could then set it all on fire. I couldn't believe i was going to ask them a question when i couldn't answer theirs. "What are you doing". He looked at me. "Lighting a fire" he told me breathless. "I can see that but why" I think it was time for me to shut and get thinking again. "For some one who cannot answer a question given to you, you sure as hell ask a lot. 6

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"Well i can't just walk around in dripping wet clothes all day" he told me as he faced the fire.  8

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When the fire was in it's prime  he took two thin sticks and forced them into the ground, each at the side of the fire. I don't know were he found it but he tied each end of a piece of rope to the sticks. I was still puzzled as to how he was going t use this to dry his clothes, which he was wearing. I repeat was wearing. Off came his shirt, which i assume he had stole from one the designer shops in the centre of town, then off came his pants, also stolen from a designer shop. Yes he was stood there completely naked! With every thing hanging out. Yet there were certain things i wasn't paying attention too. The fact that he was now un clothed brought the fact that he wasn't human to my attention. There were two very, long thin tales, which seemed to float in the air as if they were weightless that began at the base of his spine.  Also his skin, although it was a fleshy colour it had a sort of blue tint to it. But the thing that always confused me the most was the tattoo that covered the left side of his torso. It was a strange alien language that was impossible for any human to translate.  Now that you think on it she had sort of a purple shade to her skin.12

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"We should go it's dark and my grandparents will be wondering where i am" they just looked at me, well at least he was putting his clothes back on now.They knew i was right.So he put out the fire. 16

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It was a long  struggling slope back up to the main land. I was cold, well u would be if you were escorting to alien strangers to your holiday home in pitch black, whilst wearing nothing but a blue and white tankini. 20

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I was now thinking about how much shit i was going to be in. Especially when they see i brought visitors with me. However to my shock when i got back we could all tell there was some thing horribly wrong.  The door was hanging off it's hinges and the windows were smashed.  As i entered the house they stayed out side. I didn't even think to ask why. All the furniture was in place how ever when i entered the kitchen i could fell a cold, sticky substance using in between my  toe nails. I looked down only to find the entire kitchen was covered in green... vomit!  As i made my way through the kitchen, which was the only way to the back yard my eyes watered as i did my bast not add to the contence of the kitchen floor.24

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When i came to the back door i could see a shadow figure hanging from the fence.  No not the fence, it was hanging from a branch and was swinging in front of the fence. I knew now this wasn't going to be good. I noticed that the rope  was tied tightly to the lowest branch, which was six foot from the ground, the rope was only a foot long as i could tell.  Still mortified from the sight of the kitchen i stumbled forward and knocked the figure slightly. I now knew exactly what it was. And maybe i should of given my self some time to prepare for the shock that was to come. As the shock hit me, i threw my head forward and my stomach let loose. My eyes became more teary and i let out slight whimpers. The hanging figure, with blood shut eyes and a rope burned neck. Was my grandparent's seven year old Golden retriever Tasha......... 28

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