//The Beginning//

On the 20th day of January, a young Russian teen could be seen strolling the streets of Canada, dressed in a black t-shirt and maroon colored sweatpants with a bag filled with books.

The teen was scrolling through his phone, this teen went by the name of Spencer Alexander Omen, Spencer was a 17-year-old Russian teen whose parents decided to move to Canada due to financial issues and the search for a better life for him.

"Hey!!"-???

The sound of a man caught Spencer's attention.

Spencer was startled, he began searching around, attempting to find the source of the voice he had heard.

he came to see two grown men arguing.

"Watch where you're going"-man 1

"Why don't you learn to walk without being such a clumsy twat"-man 2

As the two were arguing, Spencer could be seen recording the whole event on his phone, attempting to capture the scene.

The arguing of the two men soon escalated to a full-on fistfight, both men exchanging blows, trying to knock over the other with all they can.

Spencer was watching this from the sidelines, he watched as it escalated from simple bickering to both men giving their all to kill each other.

This event was drawing a lot of attention to the area and people began to gather to see what was happening.

"This is getting out of hand"-Spencer

Spencer continued to watch the two men, until.

Man number one, the person who had started this whole conflict had backed up and reached into his back pocket.

seeing this Spencer felt a chill, he had a bad feeling about what was coming.

Cooperative to his belief, the first man had released his hand from his back pocket, and with it came a gun, which was now pointing in the face of the second.

"What now. HUH!! "-man 1

Spencer was frozen, despite the gun not being faced in his direction, he still had a sinking feeling within him.

he had never seen a gun before in real life.

"KYAAAH!!!"-???

In that instance, the sound of a woman screaming could be heard.

The first man startled by the scream flinched, the second noticing this jumped at him trying to remove the gun.

Both men fought over the weapon, trying to get hold of the situation, until.

*BANG!!!*

The gun went off when one of the men pulled the trigger, everyone crouched down trying to get away from the scene.

What everyone failed to notice, was a person lying on the concrete bleeding out.

this person was none other than Spencer.

The stray bullet had pierced his chest, fragmenting once it entered his body.

The shards of the bullet had scattered to his heart and lungs, causing irreparable damage to his body.

*Cough cough...splatter*

Spencer coughed out blood which splattered on the streets, painting it crimson.

"Is this it, is this all I could do"-Spencer

saying this Spencer began to drift into the darkness, the light in his eyes growing dimmer and dimmer, his life flashing before his eyes.

a tear could be seen sliding down the side of Spencer's face, he recalled his family, his brother, his mother, his father, it all was playing in his head like a record, amplifying the pain further.

they would all be saddened by his death.

"This isn't fair"-Spencer

these were the last words that Spencer had spoken before the light in his eyes lost its luster and he finally went on.

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*Plink!*

*Gasp*

Spencer had quickly opened his eyes and gasped for air trying to get rid of the suffocating feeling he had.

he began to breathe normally and looked around, trying to recollect himself.

"Where am i"-Spencer

Spencer looked around to see nothing but white, and that he was naked, he touched his chest only to notice that the wound on his chest that caused his death was gone.

He was perplexed by his current situation, he should be dead, but here he is standing in an all-white room, naked and confused.

"Welcome Spencer"-???

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