The Death of The Weapons Genius.

Samuel was born on Earth in a country named Brazil. His family loved him and he loved them. Even though he was not born in a wealty country, his family was quite well off, not enough to be millonaire, but to have everything he wanted without being a spendrift.

Even thought he felt he was special and had a high Iq, he was good at nothing he could use at society, the only thing he was good with was weapons, no matter where.

In his teens he would spend his days playing combat simulators, RPGs and FPS games, and he was very good at it. Not good enough to be in pro teams as, even though he had superb aim, he was quite bad at tactics and knowing what to do in the right time. What would happen is, he would kill the first or second player that he saw, but he would certainly die to the other players, or, in other cases, he would die to hiding players that were in the spots he didn't clear.

In his years at school, even though he never repeated a year, he was never very good a anything, not because he was simply bad at it, but rather, because he simply saw no point spending his precious time on things he would never use on his life. His professors and counselors could not change his mind, not even his parents.

At his earlies 20s he started college and changed his hobbies. Instead of playing games he would ratter read chinese novels that could make him read it for hours, 16 hours a day if he had nothing else to do. And the other hobbie he had was shooting. He started it because his friends showed him a airsoft handgun and he absolutely loved it. He started looking on the internet about it and found a website that had it for sale. After searching a lot of models on the website he found pellet guns and decided to buy a air rifle. He just loved it, and he was an absolutely genius on it, he just needed 2 years with it to get 2nd place on the nationals where all the other people needed, if they had a little talent with it, at least 15 years of training to get where he got.

On college he was quite good at it even though he didn't study as he was doing business and it was something he liked. And it was on college that he discovered love. It was actually the first time he got quite attracted for girls. Unfortunately for him he was quite fat even though he was an athlete. Unfortunately for him, even if he started shooting since he was a kid it wouldn't help much as the type of shooting he was doing was precision, and you do it with the minimun movements possible. The thing that made he be fat was the decisions he made as a kid and teenager. He didn't like sports, and even though he was brazilian he hated football and prefeered playing games on the computer all day.

He got quite depressed as he would like very much to have a relationship with a girl, but having no experience talking with them and being very self councious about his body he could never get in to a relationship.

At 23 years old he graduated. He got quite slim and athletic but at this time he already gave up trying to get into a relationship as he had other problems. He needed to find a job urgently because his father got sick and he was the sole bread winner to the family. Even thought they used the money that they had saved up as a reward for who could save his father, no doctor in Brazil could find a cure. They sold their house and vehicles so that they could go to europe and find a cure for his father.

In europe, after he found a job, he used all his salary to rent a place and pay for his and his mother living. After a year his father died. It destroied Samuel and his mother. Samuel got over it and tried to live his life with his mother, but not too much longer she died of sadness.

After it, his life was meaningless, he had no happiness anymore. There were only two things he loved on his life. His parents and weapons. His parents were gonne, so the only thing left for him was weapons.

He moved to the USA and there, with the rest of the money left by his parents, as it was quite a lot because they couldn't even spend a tenth of it as his father died a lot earlier than the doctors thouht he would, he bought a medium sized house on a rural area, a car and a lot of weapons with less than half of the money, and the rest of it he invested it so he could live of interest. In the collection of weapons, he had all types of firearms, all types of swords, bows, crossbows, maces, canes, scytes and all kinds of weapons you could imagine.

For 30 years he trained with all of his might with every single weapon he bought. In these years when he saw something online about conventions of some weapons, he would have some interest in it and if he was in the mood he would go there. Sometimes he would bring his own weapons so he could expose them for people who liked it like he did to see.

One day, a few days after a convention where he exposed his weapons, in the middle of the morning when he was sleeping, greedy people entered his house without him expecting it. He lived in a quite secluded area, in a 20Km radius he had only 2 neighbors he knew well.

Two young men were walking sneakly inside of his house, one wearing a green hoodie with a mask and jeans wispered to the other that was wearing leather jacket with a mask and jeans:

"Are you sure he's sleeping in that room?".

The guy with the jacket whispered back:

"Yeah, I camped outside yesterday and I'm sure the last light to go off was in that room. Lets go".

Their idea was to knock Samuel off while he was sleeping and then tie him up so that they could cleanup his place without a worry of being disturbed.

The guy wearing the jacked whispered:

"You open his door and rush to knock him off and tie him, I've got your back".

He slightly opened his jacket and showed a handgun.

"Okay". Said the guy with the hoodie.

He did it as the jacket guy said. He speedly openned the door and rushed to the bed he saw on the other side of the room. When he reached the bed and was about to hit the man sleeping with his back towards him, he saw the man speedly turning over and a shadow passing below the line of his chin. He froze and felt warmth on his neck. He looked down and saw the man holding a dagger as he was getting out of the bed. The hoodie guy touched his neck and it was wet. He looked at his hand and saw blood.

The only thing he could think before colapsing to his death was:

"Shit, I thought he had my back"

When the jacketed guy saw this happening so fast he did not even had time before he could pull out his handgun to help his friend, he got a really bad felling. After he saw his friend collapsing and the guy that was on the bed getting up, he just pulled out his hand gun and shot. After the shot, he didn't do anything else before colapsing to the floor, as he had a dagger handle sticking out of his forehead.

Samuel was in shock. He never thought he would have to kill someone. He just kept staring at the guy he trouwed the dagger at. Not much time passed when he got a little light headed and sat on the bed. He felt a little sting on his chest and looked down. All he could see was his blood pouring out as his vision became heavy and he layied on the bed. He thought about his life choices.

'Huh. Am I really going to die like a fucking old man that lived alone and got robbed at night? When I was younger I actually cared about security here, but it seens that as I got older I got dumber and thought nothing would happen in a isolated location like here. What a fucking idiot.'

As he was dying of blood loss, he thought about his life.

'Even though it was not a bad life, I feel like it was meaningless. I loved my family, but they all died. When I tried to have a relationship and construct a family of my own I failed miserably, I never trained my social skills. All I could do was play games and shoot a little. The thing that really mattered at the end, I had nothing of it. And the things that I was good at were useless in this shitty world. God, why would you give me such abilities that are useless in a world like this?...'

As Samuel was thinking about it, he died. He tought he would just go to the nothingness, or heaven, or hell. He never thought someone would hear what he was thinking in his last moments.