Long-Standing Cloud

A dark cloud that not only blocks view of what is good, but warps it. As dense as a stormcloud and more obscuring than a dense fog. When your aware of it, you know it's wrapping everything around you. It makes the bad seem worse and the good insignificant, at best. At worst, it makes the good look nefarious. Like another scheme to drop your guard before the next hit... It seeks to grow and consume, though it is not more powerful than you... Though it's strength comes from warping you...

It is one of the only things that cannot be bested by yourself, for it is tireless and you are its only target. Which makes it a blight for the strong and lone wolves. Those who may not have needed or wanted others before that.

So lean on others or your faith when the cloud appears.

Get-Back

    A hooded man snuck into a hallway... Only to see it full of goons. A brief silence fell. 

    "This where the bathroom at?" The hooded man asked nonchalantly.

    "You're clearly in the wrong place," a goon said while getting into fighting stance. The hooded man smiled before raising his fists.

    "Nah."

    The first goon stepped to the hooded man and swiftly swung on him. The hooded man slipped his opponents jabs and countered with two body blows and a swift chin check, putting his opponent to sleep. He bounced on his toes a couple times before taunting the rest. They then rushed in like a wave. The hooded man slipped and countered several opponents, Dempsey rolling through the wave. He then came up with an uppercut against one, turning to face the next foe. Perfectly timed, as the next goon was mid swing. He redirected the swing away before chin checking this goon as well. He then heard a click coming from one of the bodies, and his eyes darted over to the sound. The next goon came at him with a knife, and he maintained distance. The goon went for a stab, but Hood weaved past it and landed a hard blow to the goon's kidney. The goon collapsed to the ground and threw up. Hood checked his surroundings for more goons, but he was the only one left standing. 

    "Flawless victory," Hood said to himself. A large goon then walked into the hallway and immediately noticed the others on the ground. He then looked at Hood. "Would you believe it's a group nap?" The larger goon slowly shook his head. "Eh, worth a shot." The large goon then charged at him. "Nope." At the last moment, Hood sidestepped the bulldozer. Though with his momentum, the large goon ran past him and slipped on the vomit of his ally. He landed right on his face. "Oof," Hood said while wincing. Though the large goon didn't get back up. Hood stepped a little closer and poked Bulldozer a couple times. Upon realizing he was out cold, Hood chuckled before bursting out laughing. After that moment, Hood continued on his mission.

(Can't Hold Me Down; Instrumental)

Alliteration: C

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One Weird Night

    It was early into my time being houseless (2017/2018). It was late at night and my mom and I needed to find an inconspicuous place to park. We landed at a Denny's. Initially, Ma and I stayed in the car for a bit. While in the car, we saw some strange sights.

    The first of which being a guy on the skateboard. He was fully clothed in black. It looked to be a button-down shirt and dress pants as well as a black hat. All this while also smoking a cigarette. Had my mom and I seen this at during daylight hours, it wouldn't have been so strange to us.

    Next was something not so strange, though one of my first times seeing it. After, the skater left our view, a party of five drove up. Four guys, and a girl. Though she was obviously drunk. Slurring words, no control of her volume, as well as her body movements. At this point, I had hardly seen someone that drunk before. (That or I've forgotten. It has been years and just these last few have been really eventful.)

    After those couple sights and some more time in the car, we went in for food. No further events that night.