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Chapter Three-Punk's not dead

"Kyle!"

He groaned, rolling over. "G'way…m'tired…"

A sharp poke to his ribs. "C'mon Ky, Get up. I'm gonna tell mom you broke her 'missing' vase if you don't get up in the next ten seconds!"

"Ike!" He Growled he sitting up and glaring at his younger brother, who looked rather pleased with himself. "Fine I'm up. Now leave me alone to get ready."

Ike smirked. "Don't know what's with you. You never sleep in. Of course that got you up. "

Kyle growled, picking up his pillow and flinging it at the Canadian teen who ducked out of the way, backing through the door with his hands held in a gesture of surrender. "Out!"

"Fine. Fine.", Ike rolled his eyes. "Pissy."

Kyle let out a low growl, staring at his door as Ike closed it. As soon as his brother was out of the room he got dressed, grumbling about how he was not pissy and it was Ike who had broken the damn vase not him.

Giving himself a once over in the mirror he found himself frowning. Was this really what he normally looked like? He looked so…meek and mousy. Like the kind of person who never spoke their mind and was always picked on.

No wonder Cartman was always messing with him. He looked like an easy target. He looked like a loser, with his old green hat, faded orange jacket and baggy jeans. All the other guys had thrown their hats away years ago and Kenny had even thrown away his old parka, opting to buy a brand new one in gray. Only Kyle had kept his, as a sort of memento.

Tearing off the hat he turned to his closet, frowning when he realized all his clothes were the same style, oversized jackets and faded baggy pants. Nothing good. With a grown he plopped on his bed.

"God dammit!", he groaned, falling back onto the bed. "Where can I find some good clothes?"

Then it hit him. The new style was all 80's and shit and his parents had a huge box of old 80's clothes up in the attic. He and Ike had found it a few years earlier when their parents had gone out and they decided to explore the house. There was some premium shit in there. He smiled, shooting out of his room and downstairs to where his parents were eating breakfast. He had to be quick!

His mom smiled, eyeing him closely. "What's got you so happy Bubbee?"

He glanced between his parents quickly. "Mom. Dad. Can I have your old clothes from the 80's, the ones up in the attic? Please?"

His parents shared a confused look, his father nodding. "Well sure son. Don't know why you want them, but-"

He grinned wider, dashing from the kitchen. "Thanks dad!"

In seconds he had the box poured out on his bed, a menagerie of neon and animal print spilling onto the floor. Now this would work. He could make something of this. The question was, what did he want? Poptart? Goth? Disco? Punk?

He nodded. "Punk could work."

He pulled out an old pair of grey skinny jeans with neon multicolored patches dotting the fabric, a pair of neon green converse hightops with safety pins adorning them, a black cat hoodie with cat ears, and a guns and roses necklace connected to an eighties cat collar. Smiling he moved to his closet and pulled out the Death Cab for Cutie T-shirt Kenny had given him for his birthday. It would fit nicely.

In the span of several minutes he was dressed, looking completely different than himself. As soon as he was satisfied with his clothes he dashed into the bathroom to deal with the daunting task of his hair and emerged thirty minutes later with straightened spikes the kind he'd seen on those handsome Japanese models and eyeliner, an added extra.

Staring into his full length mirror he felt a smug grin slip on his face. He looked good. Smiling even wider he moved to grab his backpack, something shiny catching his eye from the pile of clothes and accessories that overcame his bed.

Moving closer he found an ornate necklace with a silver peace sign dangling off it and for some reason he felt the urge to put it down, getting as far from it as possible. Instead he slipped it on, a slight tingle jarring the flesh where the cool metal touched it.

He flashed a smile as he caught sight of it in his reflection, the gleaming symbol standing out against his shirt and skin. It really topped off the outfit.

"Hey Ky are you ready y-Woah!"

He turned around to see his brother staring at him in awe. Ike didn't seem to be able to speak, he was so in shock at seeing his brother in such a daring outfit. Kyle was always so conservative in his style and the entire outfit from his hair to his shoes was very non-conservative. Hell it wasn't just non-conservative it was like a neon sign screaming 'Look at me!'. It was un-Kyle in almost every way.

"What the hell Ky?", Ike exclaimed, eyes roaming over his brother's body. "Since when are you…Neo-Punk?"

Kyle flashed him a pleased style. "Since now. You can't tell me you don't like it. I mean, it's better than what I normally wear, so what's the problem?"

Ike shook his head. "There's no problem, it's just…different. Very un-you."

"Well, it's me now.", Kyle said quickly, grabbing his backpack and walking past his brother into the hall. "C'mon, if we don't hurry we'll be late for the bus."

The reaction to Kyle's sudden change in style was exactly what the redhead expected, though it was far more dramatic due to he and Ike missing the bus and showing up with only a few minutes to spare before the bell rang. This unfortunately left them with the walk of fame entrance.

As soon as the duo entered, the large double doors swooshing open in a dramatic fashion mirroring all those teen movie scenes where the popular girl swings open wide the doors and struts down the hall, the crowds parting so she can walk through untouched, Kyle was immediately the center of attention, all eyes glued to the older Brofloski brother's form.

Within the span of several seconds he was surrounded by curious classmates, all of whom had of course known him their whole lives. That's how it was in small towns. Everyone knew everyone and no one ever changed…except now Kyle had. Literally overnight. And everyone wanted to know why.

Hell, even Kyle wanted to know what had possessed him to do it. It wasn't really a conscious decision. He just looked in the mirror and decided he wasn't happy with what was staring back, so…he changed it.

It was a lot like his sudden urge to wear the peace sign necklace. One half of him said 'put it on' and the other said 'throw it as far away as you can'. He went with put it on. Same with the change of style. Some small part of him felt like it was wrong. He wasn't punk or Neo-punk or whatever. But a larger part of him said he was. He was strong, fierce, dominate.

"Kyle?"

He turned and smiled as he caught sight of his best friend and Kenny, both staring at him in shock. "Hey guys. Whaddaya think?", he asked gesturing to his outfit.

Stan started, eyeing his friend closely. "You look-"

("Hot."), Kenny finished, reaching out to fondle his Jewish friend, Stan slapping his hand away.

"Kenny.", the raven haired teen growled, eyes narrowing.

("What? He is totally hot!")

Stan rolled his eyes, ignoring his hooded friend's question and turning instead to Kyle. "Dude, What's with…", he gestured to the outfit. "This?"

Kyle smiled. "I decided it was time for a change dude. Why? You don't like it?", he asked playfully, a hint of flirt in his voice making both Kenny and Ike raise their eyebrows in confusion.

Stan shook his head quickly, cheeks tingeing pink. "N-No…it's nice. It's just a big change. I was surprised is all."

"Cool.", Kyle said quickly, eyes gleaming. "I'd have been upset if you didn't like it."

Stan blushed deeper, but the bell rang before he could respond back and all of them hurried off to class, Stan, Kenny, and Ike watching Kyle as he vanished into his first period class, students swarming after.

"That's just too weird. ", Stan said as he separated from the other two, Ike nodding.

"You're telling me.", the Canadian teen said in response, concern clear in his eyes as he glanced back at the room his brother had disappeared into. "You're telling me…"

When lunch came around the novelty of Kyle's style change had died down a bit, though it was by no means gone, people still glancing over at the table where the redhead sat with his three friends(or in Cartman's case enemy) and brother.

He barely seemed to notice the stares and hungry eyes of both genders, his schoolmates appraising his newly fitted outfit with obvious interest. He was far to busy arguing with Cartman once again to notice.

"I am not gay you fat fuck!"

Cartman scoffed. "Sure Jew. Just admit it. You. Are. Gay."

Stan, Ike, and Kenny shared an exasperated glance. "Think they'll ever stop arguing?", Stan asked, eyeing the fighting pair.

Kenny and Ike both shook their heads, responding together. ("Not likely.")

"No. I. Am. Not.", Kyle growled, suddenly smiling and leaning closer to the larger boy. Something in him took control as he stared at the larger boy's smug little grin and overly confident posture. He felt a fiery need to wipe that smug little grin off his fat face. He lowered his voice to a dark whisper "I'm Bi.", and with that he kissed him, a malicious grin spreading on his pale face as the entire room let out a synchronized gasp.

In the background Tweek could be heard muttering in shock. "Holy Shit…Jesus….Oh god…Did you see that…? Was it just me…?"

As the kiss was happening Kyle found himself wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Why was he kissing Cartman? Sure he felt a sick satisfaction knowing it would horrify the larger teen, but normally he wouldn't even think of doing it, even if it upset the Fatass. He'd be too afraid of what people would think…and yet at that moment he could care less.

He shouldn't be so blasé about this. He should be upset and mortified and yet he wasn't. He just felt amused at the gasps of shock and horror from the cafeteria's other occupants. The way Stan and Ike eyed him like he was insane. Maybe he was. It was like when he'd seen the pictures of corpses in history. He should have felt one way and yet he'd felt the exact opposite. He'd felt wrong and yet he'd also felt right.

He pulled back, a smug smile planted firmly on his face as he eyed the horrified Eric Cartman. As soon as the kiss broke the brunette shot up, fist connecting with the redhead's jaw, whipping Kyle's head around sickeningly fast.

Kyle barely even had time to think before he had Cartman pinned under him, his fist smashing into the heavier teen's face with such force that the sound of bones crunching and breaking could be heard.

He heard the voices of his brother and friends pleading with him to stop, but he didn't care. He saw red. Blood splattering his hands and clothes. It was beautiful.

Then he felt himself being pulled off the larger boy, strong arms wrapping around his middle and tugging him away. Voices were crying out but only the voice of the person holding him, hot breathe on his ear, really broke through the haze of sweet red.

"Kyle stop! He's unconscious!"

Kyle growled, elbowing the other person. "No! Let me go…Stan! Let. Me. Go."

"Kyle stop!", Stan growled, Doubling over at the blow, but not letting go of the enraged redhead. "Please Ky."

Kyle felt himself calm down as the adrenalin wore off and he slummed into his taller friend's arms, eyes settling on Cartman's unconscious figure, blood splattered all around the heavier teens slumped form. He couldn't believe it. He'd done that?

"What's going on here?", A firm and familiar voice cried, the crowd of students who had formed around Kyle, Cartman, and their friends. Their math teacher, Mr. Crabb took in the scene before him, his eyes widening as they fell on Kyle. " Mr. Brofloski?"

Kyle froze, turning his eyes to the hefty man, his eyes darting back and forth beneath his bloody fists and Cartman's bloodied unconscious form. "M-Mr. Crabb…I-I…"

"Kyle beat up Cartman!", a voice cried, causing the teacher to raise an eyebrow in disbelief and glance over at the slender redhead firmly clutched in his best friend's arms, Ike and Kenny doing the same. "Is this true Brofloski?"

Kyle knew he could lie. The looks on the faces of the other people in the cafeteria and the teacher told him he could say he hadn't done it and no one would say otherwise. Really, he could. But something wild in him felt it would be a waste, hiding what he'd done.

It was the same thing that had told him he ought to change his appearance and that it would be entertaining to kiss Cartman in front of the entire cafeteria. And though he probably shouldn't have given in to the thing. Though he should have just kept his mouth shut and let someone else deny it for him, as many people would (after all, he was the sweet reliable one of the school. Everyone would stick up for him, especially against Cartman, being that he was such a huge asshole.) . But he didn't. Instead, he gave in and, with a small smirk, he nodded.

"Yeah, actually…it is."

"KYLE BROFLOSKI HOW DARE YOU PICK A FIGHT IN SCHOOL! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN EXPELLED! DO YOU REALIZE-"

Ike shut his door, cringing noticeably. "Jesus. She's really pissed."

He felt a twinge of worry for his brother. Their mom could be really…tough andhad seemed really ill after the fight. He'd started getting all pale and shaky. Ike was surprised his mom was yelling at him at all, I mean all he did was…beat the living hell out of Fatass. Oh who was he kidding, Kyle fucking hospitalized Fatass! But still.

He had no clue what was going on with the redhead. He was acting so weird all of a sudden. It had all started when that thing in the park had bitten him. If only Ike had gotten heir faster or grabbed a better weapon then the damn camera-the camera!

He rushed toward his bedside, snatched up the camera, and moved to his computer, plugging it in and loading up the images from that night. He swore he'd got a picture of-there!

He froze, eyes going wide. It was a picture of some sort of wolfish beast, it's face barred in a horrifying snarl, Kyle's blood flecking it's muzzle. Ike felt his heart clench as he spotted his brother's body, blood coating his torn shoulder and face.

This thing was a monster! He had to tell Kyle! As he opened his door he heard his brother's door slam, his mother screaming 'Don't slam that door at me mister' after the sound. He thought he heard Kyle growl out 'Make me', but that couldn't be right. Kyle would never dare say that to their mom. Or at least he wouldn't normally.

He knocked on his brother's door, talking softly. "Ky…Ky I need to talk to you."

"Go away Ike." , Came the mumbled response, though the Canadian teen didn't mind it.

"Please Ky I really-"

Going into his brother's room, he flung open the door and froze, concern clear on his face. Kyle was bent down over his desk, breath coming in harsh and frightened gasps. He was clutching at his shoulder with one hand and his desk with the other, eyes glancing up and locking with his brother's.

Ike let out a gasp, backing away slightly. Kyle's eyes were yellow. "K-Ky…?"

Kyle let out a snarl, eyes shining. "GET OUT!"

"Ky-"

"OUT!", Kyle growled, moving towards the younger teen who hurriedly backed out of the room, closing the door and retreating to his room.

Glancing to his computer he felt his heart skip a beat. The beasts eyes looked just like Kyle's had moments before. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself he collapsed on his computer chair, bringing a hand to his face.

"What the fuck's going on?"

Oh noes! Kyle dun kicked Cartamn's a-wait…that's a good thing. J Lol. Poor scare Ike though, am I right?