A poem by Daniel X

Daniel X, that's my name.
Hunting aliens is my game.

Ergent Seth was here to kill.
I could tell this would thrill.

There's one thing I have overlooked.
This is all in one big book.

I wrote it myself, no reason or rhyme.
Amazing since I don't have a lot of free time.

My friends are the best, they really are.
They treat me like I am a star.

My parents out there, I love you so.
It's so hard to let go.

My new found family, so good to meet.
Uncle, cousin, and grandma, so sweet.

I survived it all, every form of pain.
Eighties music, gunshots, gas and shame.

That Phoebe Cook, she was hot.
But Dana would tell me, "You better not!"

Well that's the end of this poem and book.
It's really great. Youshould have a look.

A poem by Daniel X

The Final Battle

The horse-faced beasts were everywhere. Seth's spaceship was at a distance. I thought about the dreams and beauty Seth had taken away. And lives as well. My friends were with me as we thought of how we could save our homeland. They all pretty much stank though.
"Tomorow we fight to live!" I said before we went to bed.
It took hours the next morning to get to Seth's ship. There were thousands of horse-heads everywhere. Man, I'm getting sick of those things. I don't remember why, but I yelled "Knock-knock! Come out, come out, wherever you are, Seth! It's me Daniel!"
Seth came out in a bath robe with a cup of coffee and a Wall Street Journal. He thought I grew tired of living and wanted him to kill himself. Instead, I created a futuristic army of slodiers ready to fight, even if they could or not.
"Get me a million squadrons!" Seth yelled.
"Anyone moves, they're dead. Same for you too Seth." I said
My plan was working. My strategy was to use what I had learned from Seth's dream. He was humiliated by other horse-head beasts by being ridiculed by a teacher. They called him "dumb-dumb".
Joe was delivering ring side announcements as Seth and I engaged in a Mexican Standoff ordeal. I created an energy wall for the earth people, while Seth destroyed it.
"I'm one who creates, you're one who destroys."
We started to fight. He charged me and I ducked and tripped him. He then shot a red lightning bolt to my head. I got up and he ran me over into the ground. He was about to squeeze me when I turned myself into a tick. Next I crawled into his ear. I realised I was staring at his tympanic membrane, or eardrum. Hmmmm. It parted like a curtian as I cut into it with my fang. Seth howled, so I must have been doing something right. I made it to his brain when he said if I don't get out, I will board my ship and destroy this planet. So I got out, as an elephant! I beat Ergent Seth! Along the way I found my laptop and the real Phoebe Cook. Dana wanted nothing to do with her though.
I had one more question. Was grandma Blaleen a doctor? The answer: gardener.

My Real Family

Look ou ground, I thought. Here comes my jaw! All around me were trees, soft rolling grassy hills, cobble stone paths, ponds, all under a nice shining blue dome. It was a zoo. And in the middle... ELEPHANTS! Affrican ones! Indian ones! Calves! Mothers herd upon herd. But heres the coolest part... I could communicate with them telepathically!
Daniel. Yes, I remember you from when you were a baby. You used to come here every day with your mother. We would communicate like this.
I was blown away that I could do that. I was then able to ride them. Imagine my excitement! I can die now! Sadly the fun didn't last long. The younger elephants had to nap.
I went back to my shanty. An old woman was on the porch. She found out that someone escaped from Ergent Seth's ship. She thought I was a spy. She mentally slapped me and I couldn't move.
Bem and Kulay told her his name is Daniel and I immediately unfroze. She broke out into the most incredible girlish laughter. It was as if she were both eighty-four and fifteen at the same time. It was like she knew me. She knew my father's name, Graff. She even called me "son of Graff."
So many thoughts came to mind to who I was and what was my purpose. Now this horrible pain in my stomach came with a fresh flow of blood. I told her how I was shot. She effortlessly picked me up and set me on a table. She began to operate... with gardening tools. I woke up and i saw a screwdriver and a needle. The gardening tools were covered in blood. My blood.
We communicated telepathically. I found out that she was my grandma. "That's right, Daniel, son of Graff. I am your grandmama."
I passed out after that.
I awoke on a bed with clean sheets. I even managed to stand without falling. I was on a roll. My operating site was now transformed with two dozen people sitting, eating, talking, and laughing, with music in the air and the greatest smelling food I had smelled in a while. Everyone saw me and embraced me, shook my hand nd pinched my cheeks. My family had something to celebrate. I'm back. Fot the rest of the evening they showed me memories of my parents and my friends when I was young. That's when I found out that my friends were killed by Seth. In the morning, my grandmother left me a note. Seth had come and wreak havoc on the city. It's up to me to defeat them.

Welcome to My World

If you recall in my last entry, I said I was acting as Seth came in. At that time I created Willy, Joe, Emma, and Dana. I wanted them to search the place to see if there was a way out. Willy searched the top levels. There wasn't a way out. Joe and Emma searched the main floor. There was a silver lining in the cloud. Emma tught them how to make friendship bracelets. That was nice. Dana, however, met an asian american boy who resembled the kid from The Grudge. She did make him laugh, however. I was locked in, and with cruel alien creeps.
I tried to keep my spirits up by eating an imagionary cherry sno-cone. Being in solitary confinement is boring enough. Try it on a ship. I decided to create my family and host a poker tournament on the ship. Pork Chop was nagging me to move on. I called and turned over my aces. All six of them. The ace of crosses and the ace of cats I created made my sister mad. It made my mom mad too.
All of a sudden, anger and sadness enveloped me. I told Pork Chop she didn't exist. I created her and mom and dad. She started to cry. "He's lying! I don't want to be dead. I don't want you to be dead." They all started to cry. I felt awful. Next, Seth came in. If I was murdered, I would never be able to tell her how sorry I was.
Seth grabbed me and had me go to a giant room full of computers. There was a giant monitor with Alpar Nok on it, otherwise known as my home. Seth showed me my planet. It was destroyed. Most the buildings were gone. He fooled me twice.
"You did this." I said without hesitation. He showed me his World Harvesters. They eat through anything and removes every atom or mineral or element found in it.
"Protectors of the Universe? Guess they should have worried more about protecting themselves."
He told me how Alpha Nok was the home of the Alien Hunters, but now all the people had disapeared. Something about this planet made my powers come back. I had to do something crazy. I found a building and knocked it down to the ship and decimated it. I released myself from my shackles and even gave him a roundhouse punch to the face. He didn't even flinch. I ran away.
I went to the city of Bryn Spi. It was huge. I was walking when this kid came up behind me. He attacked me and I won, but I let him go. "Nobody messes with Bem. Even the Outer Ones better watch their step with me."
I kept staring at him and asked if he could show me where the people were. They lived in what was called the Undertown. It wasn't doing so good. He introduced me to his little sister, Kulay.
"Take Me! Take Me!" she said. She wanted to go to the only good place left in the city. They showed me to this pool. The water was the best I ever swum in and drunk from too. Kulay still said take me. "The pool? You haven't seen anything yet." said Bem. "The pool was to just clean ourselves up a bit."

Ergent Seth and the Slave Trade Ship

Ergent Seth is a terrible man, or alien freak. He's a slave trader, stealer, murderer, drug dealer, and is a horrible directoer of vampire, cannibal type films. I guess the main thing is to keep your spirits high. I tried to talk him down by saying he was the lowest life-form I ever encountered. He told me something of equal dissapointment. I was number one on his list of people. I put so many Outlaws in prison. I was the highest bounty.
"You got me, for the most part." I said.
"What do you mean the first part?" Seth asked.
"The night at Phoebe's house. You had a dream. I scanned it. It's over. Not gonna happen."
"What dream?"
"I'll give you a hint. Dumb-Dumb."
At first I thought I had him beat. Then he went and got the worst thing I ever saw. It was an Opus 24/24. The same gun that killed my parents.
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" I asked with a fake sense of pride.
BANG!
"Good guess." Seth said.
Getting shot sucks. This was the same way my parents went. I would miss baseball, Bart Simpson, Spiderman, sno-cones, White Castle, the Winter Olympics, sno-cones. Yeah I said sno-cones twice. Got a problem with that? I did with the gun shot in my stomach. A little girl came and balled up my stomach with a shirt. She was nice, but a guard came in.
"Didn't I tell everyone not to touch him?"
"Give me back my wallet!" She wasn't really robbing me. I was only saying that to get the guards away from me.
I spent the hour lying on the floor, writhing in pain. Gun shot in the Salt Mine I thought. Great. My life had become the title of a country western song.The guards got me and told me to move.
I saw a giant, rectangular looking thing coming down from the sky. It was a space ship, and yes they aren't round, they are like a dumpster. We all boarded into it. It was disgusting. It looked like an onl boiler room. We went through a metal detector type thing, where they took The List away from me. I was sprayed with gas, put in a gray jumpsuit, and shackled with the other kids. In the ship there were cages of kids hand olling cigarrettes, sewing animal skins, and basically doing dirty work. I got my own room, but that wasn't as much fun as it seemed. I was going crazy in my own downward spiral.
"You're not a loser!" Someone said. It was actually Dana. "Daniel, I can't stand to see you like this." She said I should try to move around, but as I got to my feet, I fell down, cracked my head, and passed out cold. I woke up, and Seth came in.
"I'm sorry." I said crying. Shia LaBeouf could't do a better acting job. Please spare me. I'll do anything."
"Of course you will."

Phoebe Cook, Revealed

That night Phoebe and I spent the night playing chess and gourging down microwave popcorn. I saw a tear of joy run down her face. She said she was so bummed the first day, and now she's so greatful to have me help her find her sister. Everything was OK, but one thing: it's late at night and her parents are searching the house. She prepared me a place to sleep in the closet. This is so weird.
That night I had another nightmare, well nightmares. The worst one was that The Prayer was chasing me in my house with a couple of bloody scythes. I tripped and fell in a coffin with a corpes of Phoebe in it. Talk about your corpe's bride.
I woke up, and Phoebe was gone. I heard her parents talking. Her father was trying to make sense, while her mother was calling the ploice. "She's the only daughter we have left. You think it through while I do something."
I checked the school. She wasn't there. The principal made me take a placement exam. I didn't play dumb. I aced it in under a minute.
I found her in the parking lot. I started to comfort her when all of a sudden she started to transform into a giant gross monster with a dead horse head and giant pea-sized, pus-oozing bumps. It was Seth. Ergent Seth. He was Phoebe the whole time. I was taking it all in when he started to attack. He seemed to have disconnected my powers. Talk about sucking. Then more of them came to attack. "Slime 'im! Slime 'im! Slime 'im!" was their battle cry. One of them had something drip from its mouth onto my face, down my nose, on my lips and down my throat. I did say this would get pretty gross. I had been played like an iPod Shufle. That wasn't the worst of their tortures; they are fanatics of early eighties bands like Journey, Air Supply, Styx, and some band caled Yes who should have been called No. I had been warned.

Alot!

In case you haven't noticed, I have alot of free time tonight, so I'll be on for a while.
I'm playing this playing dumb game too well at school. I purposley failed a history quiz and got slammed hard into a locker by a couple of dumb jocks. In a speed equivalent to sound, I slammed the jock into a janitors bucket across the hall. Oh yeah!
I ran into, guess who, Phoebe Cook again. We went to the library and she told me something horrible. Her sister, Allison, had been abducted when she was six. I lost a sister too. You remember Pork Chop. Sure she was never born, but I can create her, so in a way she was. I had to leave the school. I did a search on Ergent Seth's file. It said he abducted kids. Could it be a coincidence? Of course. Keep this in mind: There are no coincidences.
I'm in the teacher's parking lot when I'm being shot at by bullets the size of cannon balls. I created Willy to help. We hi-jacked a '97 Chevy Cavilier and got the engine running, and Willy dissapeared. I drove onto the football field as he chased me to it. I ran him over on the ten yard line. I jumped out of the car as he was about to shoot. It was an Opus 24/24, the kind of gun that killed my mother and father. It turns out he wasn't working alone. His lackey swung a giant chain against my neck. I escaped and I rammed them into the equipment shed for three times, then my full power came in. Imagine the best you wver physically felt, lying down after a long run, dropping yourself into a faavorite chair after a long day of school, plunging into a pool on a hot day. Now times it by a million or so.
Now the strangest thing happened at home. I come in, and my mom's there. How did that happen? I hadn't created her then. She did know my dad's name, so I let it slide. After all, she made breakfast in the afternoon: bacon, on top of eggs, on top of hashbrowns, on top of pancakes, with maple syrup poured all over it. Yes! I don't care how she got here.
Phoebe called me on her cell. She wanted to meet me by a coffee shop. She wanted to apologize about this mornig, but I wanted to help. She had Allison's police file and we searched through it. There was a pattern with the abductings. I wanted to tell what I knew. By the way, kids are taken off this planet every day, being used as slaves, or, by some demented aliens, pets. Anyway, the pattern had all the kids taken up in areas in Malibu, where Seth lives.
I went to my house and opened the wrought iron gate. Wait a minute! I don't have an iron gate! My house was gone! It was a cemetary now! I closed my eyes and tried to turn it back to normal. The cemetary was gone, but instead, there was the Portland house with the truent officers outside. I closed my eyes and tried again. The house was back to normal, whatever that is.
That night I went into hiding. I had been compromised. Seth knew where I was. I found Phoebe's house. I was going to get her attention when a giant Rottweiler came and almost attacked me. I imagined Emma and she calmed him down.
I was trying to get Phoebe's attention on the second story floor. I got her attention and she let me in. No we didn't do anything!

Phoebe Cook, and Cats

The last time I was on I told you about Phoebe Cook. She was a pretty, tall, black-haired girl who was new to the school just like me. I walked her home on that day. I could here her thoughts: Daniel is so gorgeous! i wonder if maybe he would ask me out? I then asked to a movie, and she said yes! Woot! Go Stud! And no, I didn't create her. High School was a change of pace. It was different. I went home and just crached, listening to classical guitarist Remi Boucher. They say he is out of this world, and I hear the same about Tiger Woods, Bono, and Sanjaya Malakar.
I kept thinking about Phoebe and Dana. Should I feel guilty that I'm falling for a real girl instead of my dream girl?
Anyway, I went to L.A. to check out if Ergent Seth was up to his old tricks. The cab driver was a nice guy. He came to L.A. to become (suprise!) a movie star. His name was Clyde. I like to start conversations with people. Just another fun fact.
I saw one of the most horrible, disgusting things ever: one of Seth's lackeys making kids be drug dealers. My blood was starting to boil. I had enough when he knocked 0ne kid to the ground for his money. I then started to fight him. It was a tough fight, but I eventually beat him by erasing his memory by making himm think he was a Pentacostal pastor being born again. I do have an imagination.
I had another nightmare. Ergent Seth told me to run or I would beg for death by an Opus 24/24.
I went to school the next day and found Phoebe Cook. She walked me home and we found a cat on my window cill. "Crap." I said aloud. It ripped up my couch cushions, started a waterfall down my stairs and burnt my book, Water for Elephants. "What kind of heartless creep would burn a book?" Doesn't that sound familiar?
The cat and its friend attacked my face and leg. "Get out of L.A. or die!!!" It said in a demonic voice. The cats were gone and my friends came, or I created them, and helped me clean the mess up.
I got a phone call from, guess who, Seth! He basically told me to stop trying to find me or you're dead. After that call I passed out and hundreds of cats found my yard. They and Seth knew who and where I was.

Friends, Nightmares, Family, and School

Last time I was on, i told you about my powers and my adventures. I'm about to tell you more.
I had just beat someone number 6 sent to destroy me. I escaped rather unscathed, but very tired. I stepped into the woods to find somewhere to rest. The great outdoors aren't as great as they seem. It's pretty lonely, and I'm often hunted by aliens. That's when I heard a bunch of foot steps in the woods. One voice I heard said, "You are such a klutz." That was my friends, Willy, Joe, Emma, and Dana. Willy is about as fearless as me. He enjoys it about as much as I do, Joe is the eater, Emma is Willy's sister and the designated nature-lover, and Dana, she's herself, no ego or big head. The best part: I created them.
I've had a crush on Dana for a while. She is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Let's change the subject: I had a nightmare where I was in a Yankee Stadium size arena and I was battling all these creatures who wanted to kill me and take my brain. My friends were there, but they weren't much help. Then, out of nowhere, Number 1, otherwise known as The Prayer, killed me. Thankfully, it was only a dream.
When I arrived in L.A., I created my mom and dad and even my sister Brenda, or Pork Chop, as I call her. Once there, I got cooking fever. I take It up as a pastime of mine, and I eat like a truck driver. I knew my food was good when I got Pork Chop to stop talking. My mom was talking as my sister and dad were watching The Simpsons. both my mom and dad were concerned whether or not going after number 6, otherwise known as Ergent Seth, was a good idea. After they left I got a little nervous
I decided to blend in by signing up for classes at Glendale High. I have never been to any school before, not even elementary school.The Vice Principal didn't like me. I heard all these thoughts in my head. I met this girl named Phoebe Cook. She was pretty, but that's for another entry.

My name is Daniel X

My name is Daniel X. Not Daniel Xavier or Exrum, just X. My profession is being an alien hunter. See, my mom and dad were murdered when I was three, and when I say murdered, i mean brutally murdered. The killer was a 6' 6" purplish praying mantis type freak who calls himself The Prayer.
Long story short, there is a list of alien outlaws that plan on destroying the earth and I dedicate my life to defeating them. I know what you're thinking: how can you defeat all of them?
In truth, I have this amazing ability to create anything, and I mean anything. I could make a car come from out of nowhere. I can make a tick complement me on my work. You name it, I make it. It's not hard either; at three years old i was already speaking in complete sentences and I've seen all seven natural wonders of the ancient world.
Now the list is full of information about the alien outlaws who have caused havok to earth and other planets. It's on a computer more technologically advanced that anything offered by Apple or IBM. Trust me on this: they're out there, watching and studying us.
I'm out on the run alot, so I rent apartments in different places in the world. This one time I was in Portland where these two police officers came and almost had me arrested because they thought I was a runaway.
Here's the cool part: In order to persuade them I'm not, even though I am, I was able to create my mom and dad. Cool huh? It was a nice chat woth the cops, but after that, I exhaled, and they were gone. I can create them with the memory that I have, but I can't have them forever.
I don't exactly know how I got these powers, but with them I can create anything. Everything in this universe- matter, people, air, elements- all are made up of the same basic materials, and I was born with the strange ability to rearrange these materials at will. However, I must be very calm. If I'm tired of cranky, forget it.
But that isn't all my powers either. I'm rather fast, I'm pretty strong, and I can influence people like a hypnotist.
However, I could also be an alien. I don't know. There aren't many good aliens out there, mostly bad ones who like to plot to take over the world.
I have one last piece of info before i go. My next target is Number 6- Ergent Seth. He plots on taking over the world, wiping out the population, and repopulating it with sick alien freaks like him. I have to catch him before he gets a head start, or before he sends someone else after me. I once beat this guy who was sent by Number 6, and when I was just about to take him, he turned back into a trucker. Aliens are also very good shape-shifters.
I'm done for now. Daniel X out.