[ WP ] End a story with `` ... a punch to the face ''

It was a simple night. Something that never would have seemed out of the ordinary. But of course that is always when it decides to strike. 
 
 I walk down the street, care free and selfish. In such a country we barely have a care in the world. So many options for us to secure ourselves, even the homeless have a better life than other countries. 
 
 I cross an alley-way, i see a brawl going on. I quickly try to scoot away, I did n't want my care free state of being to go away. It was then that I watched a bearded man, a man i would have sworn to be some sort of vagabond, back away from a group of men. Should I help him? Should I risk it? When I could simply walk away and not have a worry in the world? But the quick complex series of moves quickly proved that the man did not need my help. His fist burst into a soft blue light, a punch flew that clocked a man to... 
 
 Wait. A man? What man? There was only one attacker there. Where had that man gone? wait... there was a man? What man? there had only been one there. Why did i think there was two? 
 
 The only man there looked at the spot beside him. Staring blankly as if there was something he was trying to remember, but resumed his assault. The Hobo simply upper cut him and sent... wait, what? There was no one in front of him! Why did I think there was a man near him? 
 
 I happened to notice a man dressed as a vagabond walking toward me. He seemed to need something as he came toward with me from the empty alley. He seemed to be carrying some sort of light source. A flashlight? Glow stick? I knew not. I thought it shocking to see the man charge me for no provoking reason. It was over quickly, a flash of light-blue light surging toward me, and then everything went blank with... a punch to the face.
