Thread: He's not good enough (Fulicious x Moon Struck Fox)

Until now, Alex Konstance had lived a quiet, normal life, the typical life that any 16 year old would live. He went to school like anyone else, he didn't have particularly good grades but they weren't particularly bad either. He wasn't popular at school, having no real friends to speak of, but he wasn't exactly a target for bullying either. About the only thing worthy of note about Alex was that he was an orphan, his parents dead or simply abandoning him, he didn't know or particularly care which. He'd drifted between different homes, never being a problem child but never particularly fitting in either. Now he was with one family he had been with for about a month now, settled in well enough, getting along with his foster parents as well as could be expected. In almost every way that mattered, he was perfectly average, not exceptional in any way. He expected things would always be like that. He'd graduate school, go to college, get a typical job, maybe get married and have a kid or two, then grow old and die without making any exceptional mark upon the world, with nobody but his family remembering his name or who he was, and even that would be gone in a generation or two. After that he'd simply carry on being average in Heaven or Hell or wherever he did end up. However, a few weeks after Alex's 16th birthday, the leaves on the trees just beginning to change and turn all kinds of different golden shades of red, brown and orange, Alex's perfectly normal life all came crashing down as fate dealt him a very different hand. It was shortly after midnight, not a cloud in the sky and the full moon glowing brightly in the sky, perhaps even more brightly than normal. Alex, along with his parents, were sound asleep, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. The first sign of anything wrong was a loud crashing noise from downstairs, the entire family being jerked awake. The first thought that ran through all their minds was 'burglar'. The father of the family was going for his drawer for his gun, the mother reaching for the phone to dial 911, but that was cut off when their door suddenly smashed open, a huge beast lunging into their room. The bloodcurdling screams were cut short as blood sprayed across the room, huge fur-covered beasts tearing through the house, smashing everything they came across, even the walls were being crashed through. Alex, his room furthest from the stairs, had scrambled out of bed, hiding in his closet just in time as the beasts smashed into his room, gripped completely by instinct, simply tearing apart everything they found, furniture flipped over, the bed crashing into the closet and catching Alex, pinning him beneath it as the rampage continued. Eventually, the house simply could take no more as the internal walls continued to be smashed, the remains of the structure began to shake, before everything began to collapse. The beasts howled, then almost as suddenly as they arrived they tore through some remaining walls to escape, the entire house starting to crumble and collapse. Alex managed a weak scream as he felt himself dropping, slamming into the ground, before suddenly more rubble and debris began to fall onto him, some bouncing off him and some of it crushing him. He could feel his skin being slashed by sharp splinters of wood, heavy bricks fracturing and breaking bones. When it had all finally stopped, Alex was drifting in and out of consciousness, blood pouring from multiple wounds all over his body, the boy weakly crawling slightly out of the debris, just enough for his head and arm to be visible, before everything began to go dark, the boy drifting into unconsciousness....