Spark amidst the darkness
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Hello, everyone. My name is Walter Falcon, and I am the narrator and main character of this story. On a rainy day, wearing my old-fashioned wired headphones, I was walking back from the local government building, hoping to secure a scholarship to continue my education. Suddenly, the corner bakery caught my attention. I loved pastries... After all, who doesn't love cake? Anyway, I entered the bakery, searching for a pastry within my limited budget, when I heard gunshots. Huh, this is one of the busiest streets in the city. Who would engage in a shootout here? Not my problem, I thought. The police would arrive soon. I had enough problems of my own. I grabbed my pastry and enjoyed it, but the sound of gunfire continued, and I noticed some customers gathering near the entrance. Humans are drawn to chaos and conflict. Anyway, I needed to go home.

I paid for the pastry and exited the bakery. That's when I saw that the police had arrived, and the sounds of the gunfight had ceased. Just to be safe, I called my father. We didn't talk much. I didn't talk much to anyone. But I was scared. Well, my fear, as always, didn't affect my father, who told me to handle things on my own. Damn it, man, I'm already dealing with enough. But armed men?! That was a whole new level. Still, I started making my way home. Normally, I should have been able to reach home easily. But, as I said, I'm an unlucky guy. As I passed by the police, I noticed some customers gathering near the entrance. Humans are drawn to chaos and conflict. Anyway, I needed to go home.

I paid for the pastry and exited the bakery. That's when I saw that the police had arrived, and the sounds of the gunfight had ceased. Just to be safe, I called my father. We didn't talk much. I didn't talk much to anyone. But I was scared. Well, my fear, as always, didn't affect my father, who told me to handle things on my own. Damn it, man, I'm already dealing with enough. But armed men?! That was a whole new level. Still, I started making my way home. Normally, I should have been able to reach home easily. But, as I said, I'm an unlucky guy. As I passed by the police, I noticed a car belonging to one of the warring factions. They were chasing an unarmed man. But I was on the main street, and they were in the side alleys, so I thought I was safe. How wrong I was. Suddenly, I heard a man's voice shouting from behind, followed by a few gunshots. Then came the pain. Unbearable agony. I can hear sirens, but they are becoming blurry. Is this what death feels like? I hoped I would go to heaven. But fate had different plans for me. Suddenly, I felt a warmth in my heart, a blue wave of power. No, not fire, a spark. It felt like my wounds were healing, but the power wouldn't be enough. Does this mean I'm a planeswalker? Well, it could teleport me to the hospital, but I must admit, I'm tired of this life. I thought, maybe Marvel really exists, or DC, the Originals, different timelines. Anyway, there's no harm in trying. First, I considered going to Dr. Strange and Marvel, but I'm weak, they would crush me. In DC, Teen Wolf doesn't have the necessary equipment, and I'm not sure if my body can handle the werewolf transformation. Alright, I guess I'll go with Carlisle Cullen and focus on Twilight and the Cullen family. I said to myself, and I started focusing on the twilight and the Cullen family in my mind. After about three seconds, a portal opened up and swallowed me. I realized that I hadn't said goodbye to my family. To my mother, I said, "I will always love you, Mom, and I am grateful for everything you've done for me. Who knows, if I survive, maybe I'll bring you a few grandchildren? Wouldn't that be nice? Flying babies and all? Anyway, Mom, thank you for everything, as I always say." And to my father, I'm angry with you, really angry. Maybe one day, I'll come back for revenge, or maybe I'll forgive you. After all, I'm scared, scared that I'll turn into you, old man. I hope I don't succumb to the hunger for power within me. I passed through the portal and collapsed in the backyard of the Cullen house, being held by someone. The last thing I saw was blond hair and porcelain-white skin.

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