I gasped when I saw the yellow car pulling slowing into the castle grounds. I cursed under my breath and ran back from the window. "Edward," I cried. A figure then appeared from in the other room.
"What is it?" he asked in that gentle tone of his. I pointed out the broken window and he slowly walked up to it, his scissors snapping all the while.
I peeked out with him and saw a woman; a real woman. She had red hair and a small purple hat, matching her outfit. Her skin looked unnaturally dark compared to Edwards and mine. Even though I could go out and get our food, my skin was still pretty pail. All of sudden, the woman peered up at us. We quickly recoiled into the shadows.
I smiled at the thought. That seemed to be my whole life; hiding in the shadows. You see, I had been made three years after Edward. When Edward was half way done The Inventor started to make me. He hid me most of the time, I guess so Edward wouldn't feel…neglected. The truth is my progress was going a lot faster than Edward's was. I had been finished for nearly two weeks when The Inventor died. I had been watching from a closet when it happened. After Edward had gone upstairs I followed. When he found out anybody could tell he was hurt. He didn't talk to me for weeks. He finally did, however. He kind of had to since I was the only one who could get food.
The thing is, I'm normal looking, unlike Edward. I have stringy black hair (like him) that fell at my elbows and I'm tall for my age (like him). I have dark eyes (like him) and pale skin (like him). However, I do have hands. I have every body part. I am like him, in the way that, I'm not fully human. My skin was like black leather, and I was partly robotic. However, like Edward, I had a brain and heart. I also had a name. The Inventor named me Allie.
Anyway, I followed Edward to the stairs and peered down with him into the main lobby. The woman kept calling to us but we didn't dare answer. We both subconsciously knew if she found us, bad stuff would happen. Suddenly, Edwards's hands snipped. I grabbed his arm (I'd learned the hard way not to grab his hand) and pulled him up the stairs. We stood in the doorway of the attic. "Go hide in the shadows," I told him. He nodded but stopped slightly.
"What?" I asked. He shook his head vigorously.
"No," he said.
"What? Edward why? You always listen to me?" I hissed.
"I'm older then you. Just because I'm not…finished doesn't mean I'm not the boss of you," he said. I was taken aback at his tone. He was never this tough.
All of sudden I heard the woman's footsteps getting louder. "Look," I whispered, poking his chest toward the corner, "If you did that, I'd be dead now. At least I have hands. Now go into the shadows or we're in big trouble." As I said this I slowly pushed him into the shadows. The last look I got from him was a look I'd harbor forever. It was a look of pure hate, pain, and hurt.
I gasped in sadness and guilt as I ran over to hole in the ceiling. I pulled my way up onto the roof and looked down on the room. When the woman came in she looked around, especially Edwards bed. Suddenly, she saw him. I cursed silently. She began to talk to him, and he talked back. I could tell from his tone he was still hurt. Then she asked, "Are you alone? Do you live up here all by yourself?"
Edward didn't answer. My mouth gaped in amazement. He wasn't going to tell her about me. Suddenly she said, "I think you should just come home with me." I gasped. No! No, no, no! He can't leave! Then I realized, hey, he depends on me. He wouldn't leave.
However, I thought to soon. He followed the woman out of the room and as he went he looked back slightly and looked right at me. And his look said simply one thing.
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME ANYMORE.
