ALRIGHT! This is a freaky story I got from watching one of the creepy Walgreen's comercials about the town of "Perfect". So, this is a story dedicaded(sp?) to the Walgreen's Staff 'n Crew!
Title: Perfect isn't so Great
Summery: When the X-men decide to take a little vaction, they end up in a town that seems a little less than what it's name boasts. Could it be possible that this little town called Perfect holds a dark secret that could link five of the least expected mutant's pasts?
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic Violance
Bobby Drake sat, head phones hooked into his portable CD player turned up full blast, Three Days Grace's Scared Lonely. His chin was propped up on his fist, elbow set on the part of the SUV's door just next to the window. He let out a bored sigh, then turned his attention back to the front of the car.
He looked at themessenger bag sitting in his lap. He wished he could take out his camera and record a DVD of the countyside. But, of course, he wasn't allowed to in a crowded car. At least not while he wasn't sitting in the bak hatch with the luggage with his two best friends. And that wasn't gonna be possible until they reached the nearest gas station. But there was one thing Bobby could say about the trip itself.
It was gonna suck.
Suddenly, he saw the service station. He mentally thanked God. He was hungry, and tired of sitting crunched up against the window. The chain of vans pulled into the parking lot, which drew alot of attention. Bobby was grateful to get out and stretch his legs. He placed his bag over his shoulder, then followed Storm into the station. She held a list of foods the kids wanted and the kids' names were next to each order. Bobby, Kitty, Rouge, Wolverine, Scott, and Jean all grabbed the foods they needed, and a service station worker help gas the vans.
Bobby took his food and trooped with the rest of the gang to the cars, then helped hand out the food. After the kids had each grabbed their food, those that had handed out the food prepared to get into their new seats. Bobby was about to climb into the hatch when he saw Storm talking with someone. He caught their conversation:
"Are you sure that's were we need to go? It's not on the map."
"They don' like puttin' themselves up for show."
"Oh."
"You kids shouldn' bea headin' whea ya headin." an old man in a chair said. He'd startled Bobby with this bit of info.
"And...where are we headin'?" Bobby asked him.
"Ta Perfect."
Perfect?"
"Yup. Perfect. They're strange folk. We don' go messin' in theier businuess. Same way the other way 'round."
Bobby nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."
Bobby turned twords the car. He knew that this trip was gonna suck. He didn't know how right he was.