The Grimly Machines

	In the land of Abert Lea, There are cloud grazing robots. Hull and pieces of glittering metallic machinery. Some had three eyes, some had one, some had two. Dormant during day, opening them at night. Flood lights, their eyes pierce the dark. They shake off the sleep with the satisfaction of recharge, and start trodding through the city. The ones with wings fly into the night, their gears screeching against metal body cavites. They are here to protect the city.
	Late one night, light shone upon me. I was frightened. The brookside giant was the biggest of all, its barbaric head shiveling to find me. Zeroed in, it opened its mouth defeaning thunder, some sort of alarm imploded from the monsters wrenching gut.
	It shook the earth from its shoulders and started to rise. I ran. Why It wanted me I did not know. I heard frantic demanding shouts behind and flashes of red and blue lit up my path into the woods. Captured. I was bound and gagged, thrown into the back of a truck, and driven into a fortress. Bewildered eyes drank the scene like it was alcohol A compounded village within a city. One day has passed. Drugged as I was, I don't remember anything much. All I knew, was that I had to escape. That is when they sent the prowler after me. Dirt at my heels I overshot the fence and rolled down the cliffside, rocks lacerating lace across my shoulder and back. The prowler nose dives after me. Wild golden eyes locked on their target talons clicking in anticipation. A hole finds itself accompanied by me. Earth is whipped out of place as the proweler lands over my saviour. Spewing Hisses and viscous claws digg at the hole. My eyes are clouded with dirt, I can feel the earth below me give out. I land with a thud on the floor of a glass cavern with windows. Scrambling up I ran to the otherside I break the walls of this pristine glass chamber and plummet. Well I thought I was falling... I realize I am part machine.