What a strange Town
A/N: Alright, a fellow auther and friend of mine (MidnightsLastKiss) told me to tell you that this story takes place in the Southpark High School years, not when they are in fourth grade. The Southpark crew's looks were inspired by a picture he found called "South_Park_Badasses_by_dylancg" on . He gave me some ideas but I'm going to trying something a little different, but I will try to keep them all in character and I'll try to keep some shanigans. Enjoy.
Logan marched on, gripping his side in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. He couldn't stop now or else they would win and he would die, so he soldiered on through the snowstorm, then he saw lights approaching him. He held his knife in his hand thinking that it was his enemies, but it was a car that had stopped and it was a man who came out to help him.
"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone like this?" The man questioned.
"Trying to stay alive, trying to escape them." He wheezed out, collapsing to his knees.
The man quickly grabbed him and lead him to the car. He put him in the backseat of the car and started driving.
"Where are you taking me?" Logan said weakly, "And where am I anyways?"
"You, my boy are in Southpark, Colorado, and I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I can't, in good and sound mind, not help some who was stuck in a snowstorm and bleeding out."
Logan rested his head on the armrest and closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep. His sleep was short lived as the memories came back to him. The screams of death, the pain, the sights he witnessed. He heard his mother scream, then his eyes shot open and he sat straight up in a cold sweat. His eyes darted around the room, and he realized he was in a hospital. He sat back down, taking deep breaths, then he noticed that his side was bandaged. After that a doctor walked into the room.
"How are you today, kid? Side hurting, any pain at all?" The doctor asked.
Logan shook his head.
"You are one luck son of a bitch that mister Testaburger found you when he did. You got a name son?"
"Logan, Logan Vorchelli." Logan told him.
"Well Mr. Vorchelli you are free to go, your room and board is at this address. Take care, and try not to come back, next time we'll have to charge you."
Two hours later…
The taxi dropped Logan off at the address, after he paid the driver with the money that had left him at the hospital. He walked up to the door, and knocked on the door. He was greeted by Mr. Testaburger.
"Hello, Logan, glad to see they patched you up." He said with a friendly smile.
"How do you know my name?" Logan asked, since he never told him.
"The hospital called after you check out." He said, "Now come in."
Logan hesitated at first, but he had nowhere else to stay. He walked in and removed his boots, then came into the living room and sat on the couch. Mr. Testaburger called to someone named Wendy.
"Who's Wendy, your wife."
"What, no, no, Wendy is my daughter." explained with a chuckle, "My wife died a year ago in a car accident, so it's just me and my daughter. Anyways can I get you something to drink, or maybe something to eat?"
"No, I'm good, but thanks for asking." Logan said kindly.
Then Wendy walked into the room, and Logan couldn't help but stare. She had long, black hair, almost as black as his, She was maybe an inch shorter than him, about the same age, she had the face of an angel. She was wearing a well fitted, purple T-shirt and yellow pants that like the shirt fitted well to her gorgeous figure. Quickly snapping out of it, he adverted his eyes to the floor, waiting for Mr. Testaburger to come back, which he did carrying three bottles of Coka-Cola.
"So, Logan," started, "what happened to you that made you in as bad a condition as you were?"
Logan's hands clenched into fists as he tried to suppress the memories.
"It's a long story, and I doubt you would believe it anyways, I know I wouldn't believe it either, but I experienced it, so I hope you can understand."
"Just try me; a lot of weird shit happens in Southpark. Sorry about cursing in front of you."
"Don't worry, it takes a lot more than that to offend me, besides I've said worse. As for my story, well long-story-short my family was killed and the killers we're still after me, but I gave them the slip somewhere in Denver, as for the wound I was attacked by some sort of animal on my way here."
Mr. Testaburger looked at him for a minute, but he knew the boy was telling the truth.
"I believe you."
"You do?" Logan said in surprise, not thinking anyone would believe his story, "how do you know I can be trusted?"
"You have that look in your eyes, the look of honesty, my wife and daughter have the same look to them as well." explained, "Now Wendy, will you please show Logan to his room."
Wendy got up and signaled for Logan to follow, which he did. They walked up the stairs, down the hallway to the door on the end. When he opened the door he found a medium sized room with a bed, a wardrobe, a nightstand, and a lot of cardboard boxes.
"It used to be the storage room." Wendy explained, "I hope you like it her, /I'll come by to wake you at six a.m. tomorrow to get ready for school."
"Thank you, Wendy." Logan said to her.
"No problem, now if you will excuse me I have some English homework to finish."
"What kind of English homework?" Logan asked her before she could walk away.
"Two poems and a short story. Why?"
"Maybe I can help, since I love writing."
"I guess you can help if you want."
Logan walked into Wendy's room, and sat on the stool near the bed.
"Alright, can you proof-read this for me?" She asked handing him the poem.
Logan grabbed the poem from her and read the first haiku.
Silent and peaceful,
Wide with valleys like a sea,
Quiet the forest be.
"Alright, now what about this short story?" Logan said placing the poem on the nearby desk.
Logan knew this would take a while after realizing her "short story" was six pages (front and back) long.
1 hour later…
"Well what do you think?" Wendy asked.
"Not bad, but it could be better, of course there is always room for improvement, no matter what it is." Logan explained.
"Thanks for your help, Logan." Wendy said kindly.
"No problem," Logan responded with a half-smile
After that, all they did was eat dinner, chat and watch some T.V. Then they went to their seprate rooms for the night, and for once Logan slept rather well.
A/N: alright, I'm out of ideas for now. Next Chapter will include the guys, promise. Review please, if you don't how will I know if I should change anything, or if I'm doing something (like spelling a character's name wrong) right or not? Thank you, again. Chapter Two up soon.