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Just so everyone knows there will be more action and furries in the next chapter, this is just an introduction to the main Character.

There is a saying; without good there can be no evil and with no evil there can never be good. I have always wondered however evil seems to always be stronger then evil; I say this only because you always hear about diseases, plagues, killings and other evil things that either people do or what happen to people. Where is all the good? If there is so much torment and death in this world how come good does not balance out the equation? One could argue that yes there are good things in this world, such as love and birth but they aren't as apparent as death and hate.

Maybe it's just the media that only shows us the one sided equation maybe there is a lot more good out there then there is evil or maybe it's always the same but little things happen that we don't notice. There is a story of a man who could do nothing wrong only problem is he did nothing right either; he was average at everything in classes he always got b's, he was average looking he had friends but those friends weren't close friends. I guess you could call this guy your average Joe, but who is average anymore; some people would even call this man boring or depressed. This was a guy who wanted everyone to like him hang out with the wrong crowds to try and fit in and spend most of his time on the internet where he could put all his problems behind him where no one on the other side of which computer the other person is on knows the true identity of you.

You can only live this way for so long, let people take advantage of you, don't stand up for yourself and not have any true friends. It will all come out eventually whether it be all at once alone or at someone you may care about or someone who just pushed you one too many times. This is the life of a young man named Tony Foster; nothing seems to ever faze him. He takes all the punishment in and never retaliates how long can one person take so much abuse before they finally crack and let it all out? Well to one persons dismay he would find out what happens when you push someone too far.

It was a brisk Monday morning; rising out of slumber Tony hears his alarms going off. It isn't the BEEP, BEEP, BEEP sound, but the song when the man comes around starts to play. He sits up in bed and looks around at his room bland with a desk in the far right corner, a dress to the right of it, a stereo on top of the dresser and the bed he is sleeping on in the right side of the room. He swings his feet over the left side of the bed, and brings his hand up to the right side of his face trying to rid the sleepiness out of them. He looks at the clock on the nightstand beside his bed, it reads 7:00am; sad that the weekend is over, but he realizes that he has two tests and also a paper that was due today which he spent most of the night doing.

He slips out of bed and walks over to his closet on the left wall; he opens it up and picks out a pair of worn jeans and a Tommy Hilfiger top. After putting them on he also puts on a pair of socks and heads down for breakfast; there he sees his mother Grace in the kitchen eating her own breakfast, some cheerios on the table while a cup of hot tea rests in her right hand. He wishes her good morning and heads over to the cupboard to make his own bowl of cereal; he reaches for the cheerios as well and walks over to another cabinet which holds the bowls and spoons. After putting the cheerios into the bowl he goes over to the fridge to get the milk, there he gets the carton of milk, only to find just a bit left; only enough to make his cereal a bit enjoyable. He looks back to his mother and says "we need more milk there's none left"

Grace nods and replies "I know I will go to the store later on and buy some; for mow you will have to deal with what we have now."

Tony roles his eyes and sighs, thinking what a great way to start off with an already hectic day ahead. He makes the cereal anyway and semi enjoys the cereal; He then glances at the clock on the wall, it reads 7:30 am. Happy that he has lots of time to get to school still, about a 15 minute walk from his house and study for his tests and hand in his paper. He finishes up his breakfast, puts his dishes into the dishwasher and heads over to the mudroom closet which holds all the coats and boots. His mother yells over at him at this point saying "It's a cold one today you will need to bundle up!"

Taking his mother advice he bundles up nice and warm wearing a toque, scarf, heavy jacket, snow pants and low boots. Once ready he opens the door to the garage, and then pushes the garage door button. As it opens he sees a fresh coat of snow on the ground from the night before. As he steps out of the garage he feels the cold chill of the air through the coat, sending a chill up his spine. He realizes something and runs back into the house, and grabs his knapsack before going back outside wishing his mother a good day.

He closes the garage door behind him and starts walking toward the high school through the snow and cold air. It is an uneventful walk as always, keeping his head low so that the wind doesn't beat against his face. 10 minutes into the walk he reaches a ditch like so many other days, recently however the days have been abnormally warm making the ditch fill with water. He figures that since it's so cold he can walk over it without any problem; he takes one step and breaks through the ice. As he falls he loses his balance, sprains his ankle and goes ass first into the puddle going up all the way to his waist.

He starts gritting his teeth not only from the cold that he now feels but from refraining from saying a lot of bad things. He slowly gets up to his feet soaking wet from the waist down and very cold; he looks at his watch to see how much time he has until class starts, but is greeted by a foggy watch window and it also seemed to stop. Now he has no idea how much time he has, he's cold and muddy; he takes one step and stumbles realizing that he has a sprained ankle and puts his hand down to brace himself before he takes another plunge into the ditch. He does stop himself but lets out a yelp as he feels his wrist sprain.

Finally he gets up onto his feet, cold and very sore; he starts to head back home trying to save his bruised ankle taking him twice as long to get there as he did going. Once he enters the door he looks around and wonders if his mom is still there. Not seeing anyone he yells out "mom" and after a minute of silence he sighs and strips naked taking off all of his wet clothes and knapsack. His body isn't that bad looking, he has a flat stomach he's muscular but not overly and has an average sized dick that gets to 6 inches long when hard. He has short brown hair and brown eyes; he also has a beard and mustache that's connected, and his beard had a shade of red to it. He heads up the steps naked and into his parents bedroom, he walks into the bathroom slowly and heads over to the shower. He needs to get warm fast or he knows that he will catch pneumonia so he steps under the shower head and turns on the water only to get a blast of cold water on his body. He jumps up and lands on his bad foot, which buckles under him sending him tumbling to the floor. Finally the shower starts to warm up and is able to take a hot shower. 10 minutes later he heads out of the shower, with a now swollen ankle and hobbles into his own room and puts on fresh clothes. He glances at his clock and reads the time to be 8:30am; "god damn it" he yells and as fast as he possibly could goes down the stairs and tries to put his boots on, only to find out his foot is too swollen to wear it. But since he is so late he forces his foot into the boot, wincing in pain as he does.

He dresses once more in another not so warm jacket and puts on other warm clothing like he wore before. This time he will be more careful now because he doesn't want to injure himself anymore. Knowing as well that he does not have a lot of time to get to school before the bell rings for class he still takes the way he went before but this time goes around the ditch which takes a few more seconds but worth the extra time. All the while he is walking he winces every time he walks because of his swollen right foot and cold from the wind constantly hitting him. And since the jacket he is wearing is not as warm as the other he is much colder and starts to sneeze; when he does he wonders to himself if he is starting to get a cold. When he is about 50 feet away from the school he hears the 5 minute warning bell go off meaning that all students should get to there classes very soon; He knows as well if he doesn't get there in time the teacher will close the door and won't let students in after the final bell goes.

His frustration getting higher as he can't move very fast he finally reaches the doors 3 minutes later only to encounter his worst enemy Blair and his two henchmen Ryan and Kyle. "Taking you're time weakling?" He says, after he says that his two buddies laugh hard.

"I would really appreciate it if you got out of my way right now I am having a really bad day!" Tony says with a look of frustration on his face.

"Oh is that so?" He says and turns to his two buddies and smirks "well if you don't hurry up your going to miss your exam. Well make sure you get there on time.

Tony looks up with a look of hope on his face "You would? Really?

"Nah" Blair goes over to Tony and pushes him over and onto the ground, he lands right on his tail bone and gets it bruised, he winces from that falls backwards. He then slowly gets up and leans on his right shoulder and watches as Blair and his two buddies laugh and walk into the school. It takes him a minute to get back up onto his feet and when he does he hears the final bell ring.

"Fuck!" He says loudly; normally he wouldn't swear but today is not his day and he can't take all this anymore. He goes into the building and slowly makes his way up the stairs up to the third floor where his first exam is being held. He thinks that maybe if he explains his situation to the teacher he may still make it to the class. He finally makes it to the door, tries the knob and finds it locked; expecting that he knocks on the door, the teacher sees him, points to his wrist and then to the side, indicating the sign on the door.

Tony then bangs his head against the door before he starts stumbling away from the class room; "fucking hell now I'm going to fail that class, this day can't get possibly any worse!" He heads over to a table on the third floor and sits down, he yelps as he sits right on his bruised tail bone and swears under his breath. He thinks to himself *well maybe it isn't so bad, I have time to look over my notes for the next exam.*

He takes off his knap sack and swings it around putting it onto the table. Only then does he see that it's soaping wet. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" he almost screams as he opens his knapsack were his drenched lunch is; he tries to pick it up and only gets a handful of brown paper bag as his lunch falls into his knapsack. To make matters worse he takes out his notebook and opens it up to find wet pages that are barely readable, along with his paper that was due today. The only thing that survived the drenching was his gym clothes that was in a plastic bag; which is now useless because his foot is too swollen to play anything.

He lays his head on the table and groans; "why me? I am a nice guy, I don't fight or retaliate, I don't swear a lot... why are you doing this to me god!!?" He closes his eyes for just a minute... or so he thought, only to be awakened by a bell. "What the fuck" He looks at a clock on the wall which reads 10:30am. "Shit this is not my day!" he gets up off his seat and slowly makes his way to the stairwell to the second floor. He starts to make his way down and on the second step he trips on the step and stumbles, he turns his body sideways so that he doesn't fall face first down 20 steps. When he hits the first step he bangs his forehead against the step, making a gash across his forehead, he continues to fall doing a barrel roll down the stairs, bruising his arms as he goes down. As he reaches the landing, the blow that he got on that first step knocked him unconscious and he lays there bleeding and needing help.

He lays there for half an hour before a teacher comes rushing down the stairs for some unknown reason, probably late for his class, when he sees Tony laying there. He rushes over to his side and slaps his face; bud get up you ok? The slap across his face knocks some sense into him and he slowly opens up his eyes.

"Wha.... What time is it?" Tony asks

Thrown back by the question the teacher answers "its 11:00am"

Tony sighs and says "thank you" The teacher then puts his hands underneath Tony's shoulders arms and lifts him up into a sitting position. "Will you be ok on your own? You should really go and see a nurse."

Tony nods and uses the wall to slowly gets up to his feet. "I think I will be fine just need to wash up a bit."

"Good" the teacher says, "I'm late for my class" With those words he leaves the stairwell and disappears.

Tired and groggy, with blood in his eyes Tony painstakingly makes his way to the bottom floor and into the schools medical room, taking him ten minutes to get there. Finally a stroke of some luck, the school nurse is there. "Hello miss can you help me?"

She turns around and sees Tony's battered body and ekes and collapses onto the floor from the sight of him. "well of course I should have seen that coming" He walks over to the sink in the room and turns on the tap, he puts his hands under it and splashes water onto his face and lets out a yelp as the water hits his gash. He grabs another handful of water and is more careful this time and manages to clean the cut and his face without too much pain. But the gash is too big to just use a bandage so he searches through a few cupboards and finds what he's looking for. He takes out some stitches and a needle, there he holds his breath and pokes a hole through one side of the gash, knowing it is a bad idea to do this without freezing but has no other choice.

It takes him twenty minutes to get five stitches in, not too bad of a job considering the pain and the fact that he's never done it before.

"Hey what's going on in he...?" he hears a males voice coming from the doorway; the mans voice cuts off because he sees the nurse lying on the ground and a mangled man standing at the sink with a needle in his hand.

Tony turns around, showing the man all he needed to see; "get into the principles office now!!!" After he says that he rushes over to the nurses' side and starts to shake her. A few moments later she starts to stir, after she does and notices that the student still hasn't moved and say again "what part of that statement did you not understand?!?!"

Well at least its only next door to hear so it shouldn't be too bad; he thinks. So he slowly starts to make his way out of the room and exits the nurses' office. He walks a few feet and enters the principal's office; he approaches the front desk and says to the attendant "hello, I was told to come here."

Without looking up she says "someone will be with you shortly"

Tony nods and head over to a seat against the wall and waits. He hears the bell ring to end the period and the start of lunch; a few moments later the man who he saw enter the nurses' office earlier enters the office and looks around before looking at Tony "you're lucky he didn't sustain any injuries." As for you; he says in a stern tone "what the fuck happened to you?"

Tony sighs and says "I am having a very bad day alright" he says almost screaming at him, even though the man is trying to be nice; I don't want to talk about it.

"Well son I think you should go home for the day, this is the last day of school as well so I don't think it would be too much of a mistake."

Tony opens up his mouth to say something but closes it again deciding not to say what's on his mind. "Alright I'll head home" he slowly gets out of the chair he is sitting inand wobbles, his head starting to spin. *Oh great* he thinks *I probably have a concussion.* he exits the room and heads to the front doors of the school. When he leaves he sees the group of smokers along the road smoking there cigarettes and slowly stumbles his way into the parking lot staying far away from them.

A few minutes later he hears from behind him "hey weakling, where do you think you're going?"

Tony turns around and shows Blair his face. "Ewe you got fucked up pretty bad, but that doesn't matter your still a puny weakling.

Tony starts to clench his fists, his anger and frustration built up so much that he is about to explode. "Leave me alone Blair, I have had a very bad day!"

"Oh now you're giving orders now eh? And what are you going to do about it?" Blair pushes him once again, but this time he expects it. Somewhere deep inside Tony something breaks and Tony's hands dart out almost a blur and catch his hands before they can even touch him.

"Don't call me that!!!" Tony says, his eyes turning blood red and look like there on fire. Which is the last thing he will ever see; He twists Blair's wrists so hard and fast that they break, Blair howls out in pain; Tony lets go of his wrists and watches as Blair's hands fall down to his side. Before he could say anything to his buddies or do anything, Tony brings his arms back and clenches his fist, and throws a punch to the side of his arch nemesis's head. To everyone's amazement except for Tony, when his fist hits Blair's face the skull collapses and breaks into a million pieces, his eyes bulge then fly out of his head hanging down his face held together only by the nerves. His body then crumples to the floor in a heap of blood.

Blair's two henchmen run away screaming "Monster!!! Monster" Tony just stands there fuming his eyes still burning red and breathing hard. Soon you could hear sirens in the background and the school is in a lockdown.