A creative writing piece I did!

The creative writing piece<3

I could tell immediately who was walking to the door from the rhythm of his feet and his rough voice shouting: "Shrike!". Who else could it be apart from Crome? I do not understands what he means when he asked the doctor: "You are sure he is of no further use to us?" Of course I am! I am the strongest.

My enclosure suddenly becomes lighter, sunlight shining through as Crome opened the door, releasing the stench of metal and oil into the main laboratory.

Crome, despite looking unfriendly, talks to me in an almost cheery tone. This is is way of wanting something. "Mr Shrike! How are we today? I hope you were not asleep?" Crome chuckled at his own joke, knowing that I do not rest. As I spoke back to the mayor, I could see my creator, Dr Twix, shuddering in her stained lab coat. Was she scared of me? Why? She created me, after all.

Now my attention was back on Crome. Why was he talking about Hester Shaw? In the only human part of me, my brain, flooded with thousands of questions. When I was recreated, I wasn't meant to remember any past memories, although I remember Hester Shaw as clear as day.

Oh. My day was getting interesting now. Crome had asked for me to kill Hester Shaw, and some random London-born boy, Tom Natsworthy? Whatever, I do not really care who he is, I am only focused on Hester. I guess you could call it revenge, for what she did when she was just a small child. I remember that day, It broke my heart knowing she ran away from me and my home, my town... Strole.

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I had met Hester Shaw the morning after her parents had died, the morning when she woke up on the shores of the Hunting Ground in the whispering rain. From Hester Shaws eyes, Strole was filthy, maybe even horrific. But in my eyes, it was home. I first saw Hester Shaw when me and another villager, noticed her thinking she could be a part of my collection, of course, we were wrong. She was most definitely flesh and blood. The other villager walked away, not interested. But I stayed. I placed a hand on her face and said: "You can't stay here, child", ignoring the shocked look on her face from how my voice sounded, almost like a wire brush scrapping against a blackboard.

With Hester Shaw now in the town, the population of Strole was 50 scavengers and 1 half-dead child. She stayed in my home for five years whilst her ruined face healed and scarred over. One day, she told me she was going to kill Valentine, and I told her 'no'. That was the last time I ever saw her, the night sky black and gloomy, and that's how my life felt after that.

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"Hello? Shrike?" I heard Cromes rough, aggressive voice from in front of me, making me snap out of my thoughts. "Okay. But what then." I asked, tilting my silver metallic head to the side. "Then, Shrike," Crome replies, "I will give you your hearts desire." What was my hearts desire? Thats not for you to know.

Crome let me out of my tiny, dirty cellar, to find Hester Shaw and that 'Tom Nitsworthy' boy. I boarded an air-ship, one thing I have never seen before, probably because I have been in Dr Twix's laboratory for years on end, waiting for my unknown purpose. I remember what Hester Shaw smelled like - rotting blood, so I recognised her scent from probably hundred of miles away. Perhaps Airhaven? So that is where we went.

As we got closer and closer, the scent got stronger and stronger. "Hester Shaw!" I screeched, stepping off the airship and onto the cold and hard concrete floor. I recognised Hester Shaw, a horrified expression plastered on her face, and the same with the boy next to her who was whimpering. "Its impossible! There aren't any stalkers! They were all destroyed centuries ago!" Poor boy. He doesn't realise people like me are being made in his home city. I walked slowly, shoving tables and flinging chairs aside. "Hester Shaw," I started, "Tom Natsworthy.."

Hester Shaw walked forward. "Its all right, I know him. Let me talk to him." She said in a strange, thin voice. She spoke again, and I said I would kill her. Hester Shaw gave a brittle little laugh, and all of a sudden something hit my armoured throat. I darted forward, and a woman shouted: "Run! Get back to the Jenny!". So what did the pair do? They ran. I flung Airhaven folk around, and I knew I had wrecked their airship, so I had nothing to worry about. They couldn't go anywhere. Wait. Where were they going? How did it work? My bright green eyes watched them leave until they were a speck in the sky.

"I will find you, Hester Shaw."