make the friendship bracelets | getaway car; day 2

I was not lying when I had told the mutt’s I would wear their heads. My fingers finally able to dissect the through the shards of damaged metal and entangled wires. Pulling apart their capitol designed skull, holding up the piece to my arm as it wrapped itself perfectly offering a protective shell. Morbid at the very least, repurposing the technology that stabbed me in the neck for my own protection. It was my weapon lodging itself in the Mutt’s neck that had killed the last of them.

An eye for an eye. A fair price to pay in a world where nothing was ever fair.

I set the part down in my carefully curated collection of items that I had accumulated ranging from items found in the sand and others sent by sponsors. I took another look at Sera and the bulky weapon I had given her. Surprised she had done so well far beyond what I had expected of her, however lacking the true grace of a killer. There was something so eloquently fragile about the art I devoted my life to. Art created from the fine balance of both the worst and best of a human being. Combining two sides into a dance needed to be rehearsed over and over again until it was perfected. Something she would never achieve swinging the spiked weapon around with lack of precision.

My hands found the piece of flint and with a metal scrap I began to strike it at flawless angle chipping away until it formed a pointed tip of a spear.

“Really? ‘Try and get us some sponsors? You don’t think the armor and weapons were enough?”

I looked up towards her briefly to roll my eyes at her utter lack of understanding for the games. There was one final touch missing from the weapon, a golden poppy flower. Sera needed all the luck she could get. A symbol she might never understand for it would not be her’s to comprehend. A gesture riddled with history of a war no one would ever care for, but it plagued my every breath. Even in the training center it had haunted me, laughing right at my face as I still wore the flowers in my hair. A symbol of peace between two people that will never truly know each other, doomed for tragedy…if one were to believe in such a thing.

I pulled one of the flowers from my braids tying the spear head and the petals to a tent pole with some rope. Carefully standing up holding out the weapon for her to take. “This is much more sophisticated, don’t you agree? Flynn can’t help you in here, not really anyway. If you haven’t noticed, he isn’t here, and neither is Annie. I am, but I can’t help either of us without sponsors.” A selfless act of selfishness. Did I really have to spell it out for her? I nodded towards the spear I had made, encouraging her to take it. Sera had to believe I was on her side if I wanted to make it out of here alive.