Chapter three

The dreams started when I was four.

At first, I thought it was just that, a weird dream, but there was a problem with that.

People forgot their dreams as soon as they woke up. There was also the fact that everything that happened in the dream was thanks to our knowledge.

If I didn't know Russian, a Russian man would speak Japanese in the dream.

I didn't know English, and that was a fact.

When I didn't understand what the other people inside my dream were saying, I just ignored it at first. But then, when I finally understood what language they were speaking, I started learning.

English came easy to me, almost too easy.

The dreams continued for years and I absorbed all the knowledge that was provided to me, well, by me.

I was always that one guy whose name I didn't know, when it came up in a conversation with other people in the dream world, I would always wake up like my subconscious was forbidding me from knowing whose perspective I was looking from every time I slept.

The man whose eyes I was looking through went to the military, trained, learned, thrived, and finally was deployed.

The battlefield was his place, the man, and by extension, me, felt alive when a trigger was squeezed, when the bullet was shot, and when death was looming over him constantly.

I wanted that too, however, I knew it was far-fetched, I was just nine at the time the training started and twelve when the man was deployed.

About the time I started training myself.

Mid-range combat, submachine guns, semi-auto rifles, and pistols, were his specialty.

And consequently, they became mine too.

Guns were easy, natural even. To me, squeezing the trigger was as easy as clicking a pen.

There were times when I woke up, cold sweat dripping from my body. That was when he made the first kill. I stopped waking up from him killing after a while, one would say, I got used to it.

The next time things were more severe than the first. I was hyperventilating, I still remember how hard it was to calm down, my heartbeat was banging like drums in my ears, and air came in shallow breaths.

Someone close to him died, right in his arms.

More came after that, and I got desensitized.

When Rika offered me a deal as I was slacking in school and my grades were falling, I knew I had to take it up.

A pistol of my choice if I managed to keep my grades from falling past 90%.

That's how I got my hands on a weapon when I was fifteen, with three years of moderate work and determination.

Funny thing is, that was illegal, somewhat, so I couldn't get a weapon nuisance and carry it around.

Weirdly enough, buying its parts separately we're just fine, but God forbid you assemble it.

It is a 9-millimeter FN FNP along with a suppressor and a flashlight.

Love that thing.

Now, all I have to do is wait for graduation. Apply for the military, and see if I'm good enough to join the spec-ops.

Knowing what awaits is just a plus, I'm still sure it's going to be hell to go through.

Forget about my love life, if I have any social life at all would be nice. Rika will probably kill me, or just offer me a smoke.

I leaned back on my chair and look at the ceiling, leaving my studies alone for a moment.

Now that I think about it, I never really knew what to do with my life, and the only reasonable advice could come from Rika when she wants to be helpful.

Unfortunately, that day, she just gave me a shrug.

To be honest, I still don't know what to do, military is the only viable option, it would give me something to do, it would pay, and I would be good at it. Those were my reasons.

"Fucking hell, I'm so depressing that even I find it disheartening."

Releasing a sigh that made me feel like I just gave up a few years of my lifespan, I slumped in my chair.

Hearing feet impacting the floor, I open my eyes and looked down when I feel pressure on my thigh.

Silver's eyes were locked onto mine and I smiled slightly.

Scratching the little bugger's head with my left hand, I went back to work.

I had a lot of homework, the teachers seem to forget that their subject isn't the only one that students were studying.

And why should one student learn every subject anyway? When one teacher couldn't teach all of them.

"... What do you mean, "Show you're work"? I know the answer! Take the damn answer!"

I muttered angrily as I began to dumb things down. Show me your damn certificate to ask these kinds of questions.

Because this kind of stupidity should be a fucking profession.

"You know, Silver, sometimes I envy you."

I looked down at my loyal friend who just looked up at me as if asking me what I meant.

I happily obliged!

"You get to sleep most of the day, get fed, get to go on walks, girls fawn over you."

I smirked as he snorted. Seriously, what a guy.

Scratching him behind the ear again, his favorite spot, I continued to show my intellect by making things easier for my teachers by just writing down, "The answer popped into my head.".

I would get in trouble for this, but who gives a damn?

The sound of thunder reverberated outside the house and I looked outside, only now registering the rain.

It started raining? When?

Humming slightly, I stood up as did Silver, and we both walked over to the window.

Well, more like I walked over and he followed me, but that's not the point.

I loved the rain. The sound was soothing.

A part of my mind informed me that it was good at concealing sound and trace but I ignored that for now. I still had time before the military, no need to start thinking like a soldier yet.

"Go to sleep silver, I'll be going out for a few hours."

Giving the little bugger the last part of the day, I smiled as he pit-patted over to his bed and curled into a ball.

Smirking slightly, I walked over to the desk and pushed out the bottom drawer.

Reaching inside, I took out a military-issued bayonet still in its sheath that rika tossed me one day, saying that she didn't need it.

Sliding it inside my pocket, I head down the stairs and grabbed my green, long-sleeved jacket.

Putting on my boots I walked outside, locking the door with my key and enjoying the feeling of rain on my hair.

This was nice.

Silently, I walked outside of the gate and started wandering the streets. Not even bothering to pull up my hood to cover my head.

The rain was just that nice.