My memories of the past one by one being projected, or say every single memories came passing me on a film and each one of them are memories of my childhood, achievement, and experiences.

And at the distance, a life is guiding me walk towards it and appears a door. A nostalgic door of my childhood, right after we moved to America.

There when I met him. At that time I had no friends and always avoid other people, just kept reading our textbooks. He was popular among the boys and get along well with other.

I was never envious of him, and never want to associate with that kind of person. But it felt strange that never once did anyone bothered me, and it really bothers me why no one tried or bullied me.

Still, I just tried to ignored that feeling and continued on my book. In my seventh day since school, he came to me. I, at that time was alone in the room cleaning, the one who was also a sign to clean was absent and I had to do it all by myself.

"Hey need help?" he asked me while he took a spare broom and helped without waiting for a reply.

I just continue my duty, the room was quiet only the noise of the broom and the moving chair could only be heard. After all finishing the last corner, we were finally done cleaning.

"Hey, wanna hangout?"

I never said anything, but I didn't answer no. It's a bother having him around me, but it felt kinda fun.

Next what appeared is on our highschool days, it was Saturday and I was busy on my study as always and he was busy reading comics. It's was my quiet time since he haven't bother me - yet.

"Hey, do you had any plan for tomorrow?"

"Huh? Well no, I guess...."

"Then tomorrow at 8, I'll come and get you!"

"Before that, where do you plan to take me?"

"It's a secret, I think you'll love it."

At that time, I had no idea what his planning but I already know that I would likely hate it. And next morning, he was right.

He was brought to a place where people shooting guns at the pile of dirt and sands, having other test out their guns of all type. There is a small quantities of handgun and the rest were rifles and machine-gun.

"Hey want to try this? This an M16 Semiautomatic Assault Rifle perfect for first timer."

"No, I don't-"

"Come on Chris, just try it! It won't hurt to try."

"Alright alright, jeez... Just remember that I don't know how to shoot."

We went the firing range, the Owner(?) of this gun gave me instructions of the safeties and how to aim and its stand.

"Look like that cover it up, if you had any problems just ask."

"Thanks... How was it again?"

Kneeling with my right knee hiting the ground and aiming at the iron sight properly, then pulling the trigger lightly but it won't shoot. I checked at the gun to see it still have switched it from SAFETY. Once again I aimed at the target and-

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*BANG*

Wow, the jerk after it fire wasn't so strong as I expected. Again I fired all my rounds till it was empty. It felt wonderful, it's like what all I did up till now were just a waste of time.

I stood up and saw that everyone whose behind me were looking at the screen of the target. All 30 rounds of the continuous trigger, hit all in center of the mark from the Center of the chest, shoulder and head were a perfect hit. All hit the middle

I didn't bother hearing what their remarks, I just kept running around and trying out different weapons. And among all the guns I tried, the H&K PSG-1 sniper rifle is my favorite of all.

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On our college years, a game called Survival game became a hobby for us since he brought me to that event. I was the ace of the team when it comes to sniping targets, they even call me Vampire because of what perform in the game.

This time we were playing the Invasion mode and us at the defending team, we had an 40 mins to defend the point from the enemy. The invader had infinite cap while us the defender had a limit of 32 caps, 20 vs 12 seems like a disadvantage but our advantage is they had to climbed up the hill.

While in battle, he was next to me while he spot for me to shoot. In the middle of the game he asked me this:

"Hey, why do they call you 'Vampire'? One the left building, first window to the right."

"Huh? You didn't know?"

*BANG*

"They meant it as a joke but for me it was a title."

"A Joke? Title?"

"Yeah, the joke was about the movie we once watch... The one with the same name as me."

"You mean Count Cromwell Dimitri? Then what bout the title?"

"It's because I'm like a Hunter of the Shadow, Reaper of the Dark, and most of all a Silent Killer."

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

On his three final shot of his PSG, the games has finally reach its end resulting the cap point defended.

The rest of the memories were when he had fight with his father, when both of them went to join the military, when was nominated to join the Olympic's Marksmanship and so forth.

That was a lot of good memories, and I wish it wouldn't end but. It seems like this is the last, and seems its time to move on. Sorry Abigail, your brother can't make it to your birthday.