David places the blocks onto the floor before Harris and smiles. “Show me,” he says.
“What, with these?” Harris says as he tightens his eyes and taps his forehead with fingers as if playing a piano.
“No, I put them there for shits and giggles,” he says, the sarcasm dripping off his every word. “Of course I want you to use the blocks! They’re the perfect material to show exactly what you saw!”
“What I saw? What the fucks that supposed to actually mean? Are you completely removing yourself from the equation, because I seem to remember you standing beside me while it was all taking place!” Harris erupts with agitation, flinging the blocks across the room.
David smiles nervously, his bottom lip trembles like an idling dragster before the green light bursts to life. “Don’t do this now,” he hisses through clenched teeth in a low tone, glancing quickly at the mirror that takes up the complete left has wall. “Every move you make from this point in will decide the next. If you want any of what you’ve said, any of what we’ve seen be believed you need to show no fear and just do what I ask.”
Harris looks down at the blocks, across to the mirror and then up at David. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but there’s no way in hell that I’m going to be able to build a fucking picture that will explain the shit WE saw out there with those FUCKING BLOCKS!”
“Can’t you at least try?” David hisses through clenched teeth once more.
Harris looks down at the block again and let’s out a frustrated bellow of air, then folds himself down onto the floor and begins placing the blocks on top of each other. Several minutes pass as Harris builds the blocks into several different structures, before pulling them down and starting again, mumbling incoherent words to him self as he does. Finally, after what can only be assumed was hours, not the few minutes that actually passed, Harris stands proudly to him feet. Sweat drips from his brow, and he lets out an exhausted breath of exhilaration as he looks over to David with a smile upon his face, unfortunately David does not seem to share his positivity.
“What the fuck is that supposed to be?” David growls as he grabs Harris by the arm and drags him close. “You’re making me look like a fool!”
“I don’t get you,” Harris says as he pulls himself free of David’s grasp. “You wanted me to use the blocks to build some sort of fucking abstract mural, to explain what we saw and that’s what I’ve done. If it’s not what you want, why don’t you do better!”
“Because I’m not the fucking one making the report am I!”
“Neither am I!”
David stares at Harris for a few moments before he turns to the large mirror, his face twisted with confusion. “I was told Harris had made a report, and he’s telling me now that he hasn’t. What the fucks going on?”
They stand there in silence for a few moments before David rushes to the door, only to find it locked. He spins back to the mirror, his eyes wide with rage. “WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON!” He yells as he pulls his revolver free aiming it at the mirror, and fires. The glass shatters in thousands of pieces, revealing an empty room. Suddenly a speaker in the corner of the room crackles as it comes to life.
“Lower the gun David, no one else needs to die tonight,” a voice says.
“No one has di….” David stops mid-sentence as he looks over to Harris, only to be met by an empty lifeless glare. He feels the gun tremble in his hands as the night slowly come back to him bit by bit, like building block being put in place.