The Punk'd Prologue

I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes

Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah

And I don't want it, the things your offering me,

Symbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah

White and black sparks crashed into fragments of gray as the static continued to swirl around a drained vortex like waves smashing against each other on a tempestuous ocean.

Suddenly, the static faded and the security camera perched high on a wall regained its picture of the bus station. Highland Local Bus Station had closed for the night on more them three hours ago.

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy

I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys

My Daddy's a lazy, middle class intellectual

My Mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual

Ain't life a mystery?

From the outside, the station seemed to be secured. Windows shut, lights out, doors supposedly locked, sure the neglected security cameras were on the fritz but no place was perfect. This was just a normal, lonely bus station on the outskirts of some zone (1).

So why was a group of kids standing in the front lobby after hours?

I can't explain it

The things they're saying to me

Its going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah

Everyone was silence. Their muscles were tense. Something was moving behind the large, dark blue counter. Something small but strong that growled as it paced back and forth in preparation.

It jumped on the counter top and gave a quick glance at the six anthros and the two humans that had followed it inside the station. Jaws opened frighteningly as its eyes caught every breath and every movement.

It got ready to attack.

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy

I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys

My Daddy's a lazy, middle class intellectual

My Mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual

Ain't life a mystery?

It was a Doberman guard dog (2), or to be more précis, what was left of one. The dog looked decade with a large portion of its rib cage exposed and soulless eyes.

The dog leaped at its opponents. It was an awkward leap and it was clear to see that it might have done better if it had had a running start. At that very moment, however, what the dog missed in grace it made up for in aggression. It flew through the air with extended claws and its jaws opened to show rows of teeth ready to bit into the next thing it came in contacted with.

It was headed for a young, yellow rabbit.

I tried to tell you about no control,

But now I really don't know

And then you told me how bad you had to suffer,

Is that really all you have to offer?

Blade's eyes glowed crimson as he shot a laser from them and hit the dog in its right shoulder. The creature fell to the ground. It looked stunned for a second but it would soon recover.

See I'm a 21st century digital boy

I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys

My Daddy's a lazy, middle class intellectual

My Mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual

Ain't life a mystery?

Blast reacted first and gave the dog a Brain Blast in its exposed rids. The creature faltered for another second and then gave the girl a ghastly growl.

Blade took the moment to send another laser at the dog. This one hit directly in between the shoulder blades and damaged the top of the spinal cord.

This time it faltered and dropped to the floor dead or re-dead depending on how you see it. With the creature vanquished, the kids made a brake for the black Toyota they "barrowed" and hide a little ways down the street.

That's what I yearn for (21st century digital boy)

Neurosurgeons scream for more (21st century digital boy)

Innocence raped with napalm fire (21st century digital boy)

Anything I want I really need (21st century digital boy)

White sparks reappeared in the corners of the picture. In a matter of seconds the picture was re-conquered by static. The video footage was streamed directly into a strongly built man's laptop and then automatically erased from the security camera. He called a clean-up team to go to the station before anyone noticed.

21st century schizoid boy (21st century digital boy)

21st century video boy (21st century digital boy)

21st century digital boy (21st century digital boy)

21st century sofa boy (21st century digital boy)

"Punk is the personal expression of uniqueness that comes from the experiences of growing up in touch with our human ability to reason and ask questions."

-Greg Graffin, vocals for Bad Religion

A/N: Remember that I don't own anything. The song, 21st Century, is by my favorite band Bad Religion. Another note; I'm not sure when the Loonatics will be coming but they will definitely have a bigger part in this than in "Proponent".

Vocab-

zone- a farming community that provides agricultural goods for the cities

Doberman guard dog- the Cerberus from the Resident Evil series, more will be reveled later in the story about this creature