Reese stared at Keira. "I'm not tired, I want to continue going, I want to continue and get out of here," Reese said, "I want to find every exist and get out of here, I'm tired of seeing the thing I created become a monstrosity...like some freak mad scientist."
"We'll get out of here soon," Keira said. "It's not your fault. We're all to blame." It was Reese's facility, but he hadn't studied the aliens on his own. Keira had been a part of it, and so had all the others. "Just don't worry about it now. We don't have to get out now. What's another night going to hurt us? We've already been stuck in here for days."
His mind felt empty. His actions were very much robotic. Stroll and stop. That's all there was. Boredom had reached an all time high, but it wasn't as if he was playing some video game that he could turn off. This was no book he was reading that he could put down and turn on the television. He was fighting for his life, and those of others, and he was genuinely bored. He was, however, concerned he was so bored. To add to his boredom, the group stopped again. He took a seat on the ground to stretch his legs out and prepare to continue going wherever they were headed. Who was really sure where that was now? Even Reese was obviously unaware of where he was, though he refused to admit it. It's not as simple as reading a map when the building has been torn apart by human and alien alike. Reese and Keira were having a "healthy" go at each other verbally, M tuned into their exchange. "Reese, don't bullsh*t us, man. How's it lookin'?"
Reese stared at Keira. "You don't get it do you," Reese said. Reese stared at Marcellus. "I'm not bull****ing anything....I want...I feel the exist is just ahead," Reese said.
"What's there to get?" Keira asked, yawning. They all needed sleep, and apparently Reese didn't see that. But then M had to pop into the conversation. "What's your problem? Just keep to yourself next time, OK?" She was in a rather irritable mood; everyone seemed to be getting on her nerves.
Reese took Keira's arm off of his shoulder. "Get some sleep I just stay up," Reese said, "Wait for everyone else."
Keira had to interrupt a conversation that wasn't hers. M turned to look at her. She appeared irritated, but so was he. He was definitely in no mood to keep anything more to himself. He ignored Reese for a moment. "I've been quiet for most of this trip, hun. I'm done with that. There's more people here than just you and Reese. You my girl and the whole nine, but you starting to get on my last nerve with this acting as if the situation is okay. It clearly ain't." He turned back to Reese. "And you... you been bullsh*ttin' us up to now, baby. Do you mean to say you ain't bullsh*ttin' anymore?"
Reese stared at M. "I never bull****ted anything, I was doing my job," Reese said, "Now I realize what kind of job it really was so, now I'm not lying...now I'm not bull****ting...you have been quiet since now and now you feel like putting your nose into everyone's business...it doesn't work that way."
What the f*ck was he talking about? What the f*ck has he been talking about all along? The same old nothing, so why is it surprising now? Oh, but it isn't. The whole time M was being quiet, he was taking in this garbage. The man starts off saying he never bullsh*tted anyone or anything, then by the end of the statement, he's admitted his fault. Maybe Vic was right. Of course Vic was right, Reese should have been dead by now, him and the other heads of this dumb ass project. "Excuse me?! How is not my business when I'm lost with the rest of you?! Do you listen to yourself... or do you just fade in and out?"
"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T PUT ENOUGH EFFORT FOR OTHERS!" Reese said, "You stayed quiet and did nothing, you just let things conspire because you don't have enough courage to get in the way of others...I don't need advice, I don't need to hear what you say because you NEVER had put any effort in before, so why now should I have to listen to you?" Reese stared at the wall. He doesn't understand why he was so livid, but he just was.
That was it. M had been doing so well, but this was the final straw, and it was being served in a drink. He hadn't gone off on anyone since taking this job, even though he fought a bout with anger issues in military school. He was being yelled at. And the worst part was, Reese was still making absolutely no sense. M was now as upset as Reese appeared to be. "I don't know who you think you're talkin' to, but if you're feelin' froggy, please jump this way." He patted his chest and took a few steps closer to Reese. "I asked you a question, asshole, I didn't try to force an opinion on you. I once trusted in your expertise, but now I have no reason to. I'll tell you somethin' else... you better hope the majority of everyone here remains idiots. Because the second they smarten up, you could really be in for it. Count on that."
Reese really wanted to punch something at this moment. "I'm not an idiot the idiot here is you," Reese said, "**** it, you all can sleep you all can be wonderful ****ing idiots...I find the goal and I leave you because survival was bred through me, and survival needs to be harnessed for it." Reese really meant he turned his back to M and he was going to begin to get clear to his goal.
Reese had told her to get some rest, but the argument was getting too heated. "Would you both just settle down? I know that you both are only trying to do your jobs. There's no need to yell at each other like immature children!" Crossing her arms, she gazed with venom at M. "Now, do you mind telling me what the hell Reese did to make you mad?"
He was gonna make a beeline to whoop Reese's ass and she stood right in his path. His fist were still tightly clenched, with his sights set on Reese who had foolishly turned his back to M. M looked at Keira and smirked a little. His hands opened up again. He confidently answered her request. "Were you not just listening? I'm not gonna let this sh*thead yell at me because he's a moron. With all his so-called wisdom, where have we gotten? Nowhere, darling. Open those baby blues up and see what I see, if only for a moment." He took an look over Keira's shoulder at Reese and cracked his knuckles. "My problem is... he's not the only one here that deserves respect. And if he refuses to give it, he will no longer get it. And if he wants to fly off the handle, I got somethin' to bring that bird down, trust me."
"Were you not just listening? I'm not gonna let this sh*thead yell at me because he's a moron. With all his so-called wisdom, where have we gotten? Nowhere, darling. Open those baby blues up and see what I see, if only for a moment." "We all make mistakes. We would have been in the same position if you or I were leading the group." It didn't matter who their leader was. They were still going to be attacked by aliens no matter who was making the calls. "My problem is... he's not the only one here that deserves respect. And if he refuses to give it, he will no longer get it. And if he wants to fly off the handle, I got somethin' to bring that bird down, trust me." "I no, I no. Not everyone likes Reese Maris, but that's only because no one gives him a chance. If you'd talk to him in a civilized manner, then maybe you'd see something other than his 'angry' side." What she was saying probably made no sense to him, but that didn't even matter. It was then that she realized Reese had turned his back on M and was now walking off, away from the group. "Where are you going?" she called, concerned.
"He ain't goin' nowhere. He has no f*ckin' idea where here or there is. That's what I've been sayin', Keira. It's fine that he doesn't know wassup, but own up to it is all I'm been tryna get out. You can't act like you know everything, and blame the next man because you don't." He shook his head as he realized she somehow was fascinated by Reese. He had a feeling before, but her stepping in to try to save him from M really confirmed his suspicions. "And as for the civil thing, prior to just now, I hadn't sworn for two years. I was civil to him, even when he was condescending to me. I smiled and nodded, and for what? I'm not a glutton for verbal abuse."
It was all Anna could do not to put her hands over her ears and scream. This whole situation was getting more and more ridiculous by the second. If it wasn't bad enough that she was fighting the urge to shoot something--anything, or maybe just rip something to shreds, she wasn't sure, Jena was trying to talk sh** to her. She didn't like that. No matter what Jena's experiences in life were, Anna had always been beaten over the head when she tried to get friendly. So it wasn't a big surprise that she didn't want to be close to people anymore. Not after that no good, lying son of a b**** had gone and ripped her heart into several billion pieces. Or her brother; she didn't even want to think about all the things he had done to her. Needless to say, she didn't trust people. She even realized that Jena and Keira had both been hurt, but not in the way she had--one abuse to another. That's the way her life went.
Jena could tell that Anna wanted her to shut up, she expected Anna to want her to shut up. So she sighed and got up. now that she tuned back into the rest of the group she noticed Reese and M were in some huge fight, probably about nothing, and Keira was trying to stop it. She walked over to them her temper flaring. "I don't know what you two are fighting about, but honestly, will you just stop already!! There is no goddamn reason to fight so don't!"
Reese continued walking off. Keira asked him where he was going. "I'm going to the goal, the goal that has been set out," Reese said, "The goal, I gotta get to the goal...and you ain't stopping me, and I do know where my goals is thank you very much M."
goals? what was he talking about? "Reese, what are you talking about? and you can't go out there alone, one of us should go with you." Oh my god, since when had she cared what happened to Reese Maris? Then again, he was most definately not the same Reese Maris that had been her boss a few weeks ago.
"He's talkin' bout the same ol' bullsh*t he was talkin' bout from the jump. I don't know why everyone's acting like they don't notice it." He looked at Reese as he walked off talking. "What goal, Reese? What goal is out there? Why do you choose not to share it with us knowing damn well we work our asses off for you? Why do you try to treat us like sheep?!"
Reese stared the man with big muscles. He was holding a shotgun again and he knew this moment. He was small seven years of age. Seven years of age and his father and him were going hunting. "The goal of survival, you have to reach it where the instinct tells you," his father said, "Now go or I shoot you now." To herd Reese into running the father shot near Reese, but Reese not being the target just yet. Reese ran, he knew the goal, the goal of survival. He was being hunted and he needed to escape. He needed to find the red flag. "I'm going to get you boy," his father said shooting in his direction. He was the prey he needed to reach the goal of survival. "You honestly don't understand when you are being hunted you must find your goal of survival and kill everything that is in front of you," Rain paused, "No mercy, just find the goal."
"I know when we're being hunted. It's happening right now. That's the point of askin' you where this so-called goal is. I know you don't know where it is, you actually just told us. I hope I wasn't the only one listening this time." He understood what the guy was saying, but the weren't in the wilderness, they were locked in a building. They needed to get of there and call for help. Reese was slipping further under dementia and there was almost no bringing him back. Hell, if he kept up his act, there might be no one to save him if and when it came to it.
"The goal you can see it and smell it, once you find it you know," Reese said, "The goal is so easy it appears red in front of your eyes." "You don't regularly have a flag with you in any hunting situation," his father said, "You just have to find the area that turns red right in front of your eyes, hunting illusions...once it turns red and you smell it that is your goal." His father took out his sniper rifle, Reese knew he had good aim and he ran for it even before his father shot a first round. Reese new he was bred for this, that is why it was such a disgrace for him to have broken ribs. Such a disgrace he had fallen. He had fallen into something so ugly. "I have been bred to find this red goal,"
"M, Calm down! None of this is helping!" Then she turned to Reese, "And Reese, you need to get a grip, ok? Let's just stop fighting and stay here for a while, we need to rest" as if that isn't obvious with how stupis evryone is being right now she thought quietly to herself.
