She was his sister. She had no flaws in her created body. He had finished her. She had no scars. Nothing to contradict the lie that she was human. But she did. She stayed with him. Her brother. She tried to fix his hands but failed and had to replace the scissors.

He watches her. He does not know her name but she doesn't either. She is his sister.

She runs her hand, her real hand, down his pale face. She whispers his name. her voice is soft.

She was sleeping. He watched over her protectively. No one would touch his sister. Another failed experiment. Her chest raised and fell. Edward watched her intently.

She was his first love. His first hate and he left her.

She woke alone. She was scared. She cried. Her screams pierced the air. It hurt them. The people in suburbia. She fled to find her brother. Edward. She would not give up.