A/N: this is a piece I thought of along time ago. These two characters remind me so much of one another, but hey that may just be me. I am not so great with titles. May change it in the future. Tell me what you think, and any suggestions.

thanks Supersticiousmonkey89 for helping me with my posting problem, you were a big help.

Edward and I

I don't even think he's real. Just a piece of constructed it's a pieces some one was bound and determined to make human. He's not even whole.

We have that in common. Being constructed to fit other people's whims.

I too was constructed, yet I was human first. Then these so called scientists made me into something more and something less. A killing machine. And he… he was constructed into a man. Of course both of us could be considered a weapon, with his scissors and my claws. But he's not. He had killed before, this I have heard, but he really wasn't doing it except in self defense. He couldn't dream of hurting someone, it's just not in his makeup. I could kill though without much of a second thought, and I have done so. Not that I don't always regret it. I do most of the time unless some one really needs to be taught a lesson.

One might think I would be happy with the fact that at least I am alive, while he really isn't. Yet, I am not. What I wouldn't give to trade places with him. He is so innocent it is almost sickening. He hasn't seen all the things I have seen. He hasn't done all the things I have done.

He is no longer young, but he is no where near my age. Heck, I don't' even know how old I am, but I know for a fact I should have been dead along time ago. He out "lived" everyone he once knew, much as I have. Yet, again I can say that I have seen much more than he has. I have seen much more death than he could very well imagine. I probably even killed more people than he has ever met tens fold.

I have wanted to kill myself so many times; I have just wanted to die. Yet I can't die. He is content though to keep on "living" or whatever one calls what he is doing. I know for sure I am not living. Haven't been alive for ages. Yeah, sure, my body is working just fine. But, what I am doing now can't really be called living.

Glancing at him now in his corner I realize we have much more in common than I thought at first. He is alone. And I am alone.