Daniel's life had never been easy, and he'd never expected it to be. Except for the blissfully short three years before his parents' deaths it had been focused on taking down
the aliens that posed a threat to earth, and it was a full time job. By the time he was five he'd had his first near death experience and at six he had very nearly been arrested for the first time
when one of the aliens lower down the list was posing as a public official. There were so MANY dangerous scum bags hoping that the police wouldn't try check a dark planet for fugitives, and they didn't care how many humans got in their way.
And he was the poor schmuck who had to get rid of them all. Though there was always that happy moment when an alien on the list came up with a big red X with the words "deceased" written next to it and he didn't have to do anything, most of the time it was
just low level threats, like a pair of hickie alien brothers who figured that using earth as their drug manufacturing and shipping center was a good idea... when they hadn't had their vaccinations yet (they were off the list within a few months). It was amazing the number of outlaws
who died of "natural causes" died because of a flu outbreak, some iffy food, or an underling with the sniffles. But sometimes someone higher up the list would die, and something told him it wasn't the sniffles or a freak accident. It was at times like these that he wondered if someone
else was out there hunting down the alien baddies. He'd speculated that there might be some sort of MIB like organization systematically taking out the sloppier aliens on the list, but the fact that some of the more...
flamboyant outlaws on the list where left untouched made him think differently. It was possible that these incidents where just a few humans who had been personally affected and were just in the right position to do something about it, and one or two of them probably were,
but the fact that for a few seconds the prayer was bumped to number two by a mysterious "?" gave him pause. The idea that there may be something out there that was more dangerous than the prayer (albeit possibly with less sinister motives towards earth, at least for now)
that was killing off other outlaws almost scared him more than the idea that it wasn't a computer glitch. Then again he was only about 9 years old, actually - he checked the date and time on the list - he'd be ten in about three or four hours.
He smirked a little at the fact that he'd be celebrating his tenth birthday by taking out number ten on the list. Normally he'd be worried that he wasn't ready for it, his parents had said as much, but then again they weren't his real parents, in fact they wouldn't exist if he hadn't thought
them up, so he didn't really consider their advice valid. Besides Number ten wasn't all that scary looking or scary sounding, they weren't even proper aliens.
The list said that number 10 was actually more of a collective and that they came from an alternate dimension, and that they planned on giving people unwanted "upgrades". In comparison to number 35, who had a nasty habit of eating fresh human hearts, they sounded more like annoying sales
people than an actual threat; they didn't even look scary, they reminded him more of the toy robots he had when he was three than an alien from the list.

He could take them...right?
Daniel's POV

I decided that it would be a lot easier to do a little recon before I actually got down to business. I tracked them down to their HQ (a unimpressive, albeit creepy, abandoned slaughterhouse just outside of London) With all the farming equipment lying around outside of the place it was easy to hide from them, even without transforming. I noticed that they seemed to have rounded up a couple of freaked out humans that they were herding in through the main entrance, There was the occasional flash of light and a scream which didn't bode well for the whole "Annoying salesmen" theory I had. I was so engrossed in watching the "show" so to speak, that I didn't notice that one of the evil Tinmen had snuck up behind me. "YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED!" it shouted as it picked me up and tried to carry me to the slaughterhouse. In spite of myself I screamed bloody murder when he first grabbed me, but after a few seconds I had managed to calm down enough to create something to get out of it. I tried knives, saws, even a supercharged version of a laser pointer that could cut through DIAMOND, nothing worked. I eventually resorted to punching and kicking in the hopes that my above average strength might dent it, but to no avail. All I got for my troubles was a shock that was strong enough to knock me out.

The next thing I knew I was in some sort of futuristic looking stainless steel chamber, with very menacing looking rotating blades hovering over me. I tried to run for the exit but number 10 was there to block me and push me back on my butt. As the blades got closer I had to resist the urge to scream. Suddenly the equipment began to spark and fizzle "ERROR ERROR INCOMPATIBLE INCOMPATIBLE!" Then the machine shut down. "YOU ARE A ROUGE ELEMENT! PREPARE TO BE DELETED!" The two guards shouted in unison. at this point, I was convinced that this was it, I was going to be killed by the least dangerous of the top 10 before I even had a chance to even look at the prayer again, that all the preparation I had gone through to get to finally avenge my parents was for naught, when number 10 paused. I took that chance to slide under the two tinmen and into the main room, where I was greeted with about five or six terrified humans boxed in by about twelve tinmen. "HEY YOU OVERSIZED CALCULATORS! BET YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" and dashed past them, which got them out of formation long enough for the humans to run back and break for the exit, which made them VERY angry. The started to chase me down the hall while they shouted a chorus of "DELETE! DELETE!" I tried to see if there was an opening I could squeeze my way out of, because if I did I could probably fry them with lightening or something, or at least slow them down enough that I could figure something out, unfortunately I while I was concentrating on finding an exit, I didn't notice the sagging support beam until I smacked into it.

Suddenly I was on the ground, trying to clear my head and get up. By the time I had gotten to my knees it was already too late. The tinmen where right on me.