Project Holiday

Chapter Fourteen

I started at a woman with wide eyes. She had long red hair and sharp green eyes, with a pair of goggles on her head. She had black dust and dirt all over her face."You're her?" I asked.

"Yes," she said slowly. "I'm Victory Kamilia."

I hugged the woman feeling relief wash over me, "I'm Holiday. The doll you created."

"Holiday?" Victory repeated. "But I never finished Holiday."

"You never fully built my arms so they gave me prosthetics."

"I'm so sorry." Victory cried and hugged me closer. Victory was taller then me, standing at about 5, 8. "I wasn't done building you then someone stole you from my basement, it was before the war. Then the bombs hit and I was stuck here. I tried to find you, I'm so sorry."

I didn't know what to say, I just hugged her tightly. I didn't mind the prosthetics, but it would be nice to have the real thing. "It's ok, I've been fine."

"I'm going to make it up to you. I'm going to build you arms, and anything else you want."

"They told me that I was in a coma for twenty years and I was a solider and the bomb destroyed my arms and I lost my memories. I'm guessing I never had a memorie, all I remembered was your name. Someone told me that you lived here so I joined, Jack, Lara, and Leo.

"Well, I'm glad you found me. We should go to my workshop and get started on your arms."

As we walked through the town, people stared at me. Some smiled and waved, but others looked angry and suspicious. I wondered what they thought of me. Kiba ran towards me, his tail wagging and his ears perked up. "Who is this furry friend, we don't have coyotes down here."

"His name is Kiba, we found him while we were traveling he has been with us since." I said smiling.

"He seems to like you." Victory said. "I'm sure I can find some materials to make him a collar."

"That would be nice." I said.

We arrived at Victory's workshop. It was filled with all sorts of tools and materials. "This place is amazing." I said.

"It's taken me years to gather everything." Victory said with pride. She led me to a workbench and began to gather supplies. "I've been working on a new arm design. They're stronger and more durable."

"I'm excited to see them." I said.

As Victory worked, Kiba curled up at my feet, keeping me company. The sound of her tools clanging against metal filled the air. After several hours of work, Victory revealed the first of my new arms. It was sleek and metallic, with intricate moving parts. "Here you go, Holiday. I hope you like it."

I took the arm from her, my heart racing with anticipation. Slowly, I attached it to my shoulder, feeling the familiar weight of metal against my skin. "It's perfect." I breathed. "Thank you, Victory."

I moved my fingers , feeling the smooth movement of the joints. "It's amazing, it's stronger than before and it doesn't hurt."

Victory beamed with pride. "I'm glad you like it. I have more parts ready for your other arm, its not as good as it could have been if the bomb hadn't destroyed my workshop but it will do."

As she continued to work on the other arm, I examined my new limb. The design was sleek and modern, yet sturdy enough for combat. It felt like an extension of my body, as if it had always been there.

"Hey Holiday, have you ever thought about getting a new body?" Victory asked casually as she fitted a joint into place. "I could design something more resilient and efficient."