Please excuse my grammar. Sorry for the long inbetween. My muses tend to skip around and I hope you all can put up with this at least. Thank you. This will be it I think. I know it's short. Please review
All Edward knew was tangible. Light was light. Dark was dark. There was hard and soft and cold. The strange ideas of emotional being were complex and although he knew of it, he could not understand. He traced a blade over the contour of a swirl on the wood of the door and pushed his way inside.
This had been his father's room. Covered in a layer of dust, it seemed forgotten. In a way it was. Edward remembered watching his father walk off, leaving him for the night. Back when he had tried to sleep . Tried to make him proud. He had often wondered where his father could have possibly gone. All Edward had known was that one room. The room where he was made, where he was taught. His first time through the rest of the house had of course been an interesting experience for the both of them.
The room was large, with high dimensions and slanted ceilings. Opposite from Edward was a full legnth window. Dull, ancient tapestries hung limp from the valence. A large four poster bed stood on the left of him. The worn evergreen of the sheets and rug seemed dull and a stark contrast to the eerie white light shining in from outside the window. He took several steps towards the window, then stopped as something sparkled in the corner of his eye. He turned his head. To his right was another door. This one was smaller then the door coming in, but with a similar design and shape. He turned and started walking towards it.
Edward pushed the door open with a small struggle and tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness. There wasn't any light except for the small amount coming from where he stood in the doorway. More curious than weary, he stepped inside and fumbled around in the dark for several moments. A sound like a harsh wind suddenly met his ears and he jumped at the event. Suddenly a strange glow filled the space and Edward again made to sheild his eyes to the new lighting. With another small whimper he realized he had accidentally slashed at his forehead in the process.
Sighing heavily, he looked at his surroundings. It was a very small room, now completely white and glowing with the strange new artificial light. He turned full circle and caught glimpse of a small black box laying in the corner. He walked towards it and leaned down to attemt to see what was inside. It was the size of an ordinary shoe-box and very plain. Simply black, which looked eerie and inviting against the cold white emanating from everywhere else.
After a few minutes of scratching and pouting quietly, the lid lifted slightly and he pushed it off. Edward stared silently at the box now. His face set in an unemotional frown. He began shaking slightly, a chill ran up his neck that made two small tears begin to form in his dull eyes. Blood from the cut on the side of his brow begain to stream steadily in a weak flow down his face. As one drop hit the white floor, the rose red spot depressingly romantic on the cold nothing, so did one tear. Then another.
He stayed like this for some time. Crouching down by the contents of the box, he unaware of the blood now pouring down over his face. Unaware of the all too familiar tears, he just stood staring. His stare was not human. It was not understandable by the mankind that had forsaken him. It was a mechanic stare. Set and lifeless, but with that far off tinge of grey and sadness. It was that of a machine.
Edward continued to stare at the beautiful ivory hands placed gently in the velvet interior of the box. These must have been prototypes. Or perhaps the backup that had never been attended to. One would think now that this would be the end. But how could you end something that never really began? You can't end an existance if it was hardly there in the first place? What would be from now on? All you could really hope for was that these would be forgotten. Life would go back to normal for Edward. But, then again, what was normal in the first place? And it ends, at least I hope. And life goes back to it's clockwork din.