A/N- Welcome to a brand new chapter of Hell's Outcasts! Please enjoy! \m/
I do not own pokemon or any songs I mention, or the E Street Band slogan.
Ash woke up on a Saturday morning. He got out of bed and walked over to his pet mouse, Pikachu. It was a funny looking mouse. It's fur was a tint of yellow and his cheeks were tinted red. Ash picked Pikachu up in his hand and put him on his shoulder. The mouse squeaked excitedly, and Ash smiled at the mouse. He began to stoke underneath Pikachu's chin, and the yellow mouse began to coo. Ash put Pikachu back in his glass cage.
"I'll be back soon." Ash smiled at the mouse. The mouse squeaked happily.
Ash put on his cap and walked down stairs. He walked into the kitchen and saw a tear run down his mother's face. Ash quickly walked over to her.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"It's about to be f-five years since the incident. This Friday is the anniversary."
Ash hugged his mom, and his mother returned it. He knew what she was talking about. It's the reason he became so anti-social, and so distant from everyone else. The only people who knew about what happened were Ash, his mom, and his friends. They didn't want anyone else to know what happened.
"We'll get through it together, mom." Ash assured her.
His mom wiped away a tear. "Thank you, Ash. What do you have planned for today?"
"I'll be around town with Gary, Paul, and Brock."
"Okay. Have fun!"
"Bye mom!" Ash grabbed his black SG and walked out the door. He walked towards Gary's house, humming along to the song 'Under My Thumb' by The Rolling Stones, awaiting band practice.
"What took you so long Ashy-boy?" Gary joked.
"Shut up and grab your keyboard."
"Okay, okay! God…."
Ash pulled out his SG from its case and began to tune it. When he was finished, he realized that Brock and Paul still hadn't shown up.
"Where's Brock and Paul?" Ash asked Gary.
"Well here comes Brock." Gary said, pointing down the street.
"Hey guys, what's u- Where's Paul?"
"We were hoping you knew." Ash replied.
Meanwhile…
'I'm so late for practice!' Paul thought to himself as he ran down the street, only to be stopped by a certain bluenette.
"Hey, douche bag." Dawn greeted.
"What do you want, slut?"
"I wanted to thank you for the CD. I listened to it and I thought it was great! When I was finished with it I went to the record store to pick up more CD's. I picked up the Nirvana record 'Nevermind'. It was so good!"
Paul smiled. "I'm glad you liked it." He began to walk away.
"I was actually headed to the record store now. Where are you headed?"
"Actually, I was going to band practice."
"Well, seeya douche bag." Dawn giggled.
"Bye, slut." Paul smirked and waved.
'Whoa! He smiled!' Dawn thought as she continued to walk down the street.
Back To The Band…
"Hey guys!" Greeted a blonde boy with a green scarf.
"Hey, Barry!" Brock greeted.
"What's up?" Ash smiled while giving Barry a fist bump.
"I was just going for a walk. But I have a question for you…"
"Go ahead!" Ash assured him.
"Could I go grab my saxophone and play with you guys?"
Ash smiled. "That would be great, Barry!"
"Okay! I'll be right back!" Barry ran out of the garage and down the street.
"Do you think this is a good idea, Ash?" Gary asked. "We don't even know if he's good or not."
"Gary, he's not joining the band, it's just one practice. Who knows? Maybe he won't be so bad."
Just then, Paul walked in.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Gary exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter, I'm here now."
"Okay, we're waiting on Barry." Brock said.
"Why?"
"Because, he's going to play saxophone." Ash said.
"Whatever."
"Hey, guys! Sorry it took so long." Barry said, rushing into the garage.
"Alright, Barry, do you know 'Born To Run' by Bruce Springsteen?" Ash asked.
"Hell yeah!"
"Alright then," Gary said, "Is there anybody alive out there?!" Everyone laughed at the horrible Bruce Springsteen impression. He then started to say the E Street Band's slogan: "The heart-stopping, pants-dropping, hard-rocking, booty-shaking, love-making, earth-quaking, Viagra-taking, justifying, death-defying, legendary Hell's Outcasts! One, two, three!"
['Born To Run' by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band]
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream yes, girl we were Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
Oh-oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Oh-oh, will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real
At those lyrics, Barry burst out in to a solo. The other four band-mates were in awe at Barry's ability on the saxophone. Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard 1-2-3-4! The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Oh honey, tramps like us Come on with me, tramps like us Ru-uh-uh-un
Oh, can you show me
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run
baby we were born to run
baby we were born to run
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ru-uh-uh-uh-un
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
"Holy shit! Barry, that saxophone solo was awesome!" Ash exclaimed.
"Heh, thanks." Barry said.
"Band huddle, guys!" Gary exclaimed.
The four band-mates huddled together and started to whisper to each other. Barry knew they were talking about him. He began to wonder what it was that they were talking about. Before he could think of anything, the huddle broke.
"Barry," Ash smiled, "consider yourself the saxophone player for Hell's Outcasts."
A huge grin spread across Barry's face. "Thank you so much you guys! You won't regret it!"
"I know we won't!" Ash smirked.
A/N- The End of chapter seven! I hope you enjoyed.
I have a favor to ask for those reading. I need some constructive critisim for this story. I want to make sure it's going in the right direction, so please review!
Rock on! \m/
