A/N- Yo! Welcome to Chapter 2 of Hell's Outcasts! Enjoy! \m/

I do not own pokemon or any of the songs I mention.

Ash set down at the lunch table with Gary, Brock and Paul. Misty and a girl named Serena sat beside them on one side, and on the other side were four boys; Cilan(who had green hair and always dressed formally), Clemont(he had long blonde hair, and big circular glasses), Tracey(he wore a red headband underneath his long black hair, and always carried a sketch pad around with him), and Barry(he had blonde hair that stuck up like devil horns, and he always wore a green scarf).

"Professor Elm is a dick. And Drew is an even bigger one." Ash griped miserably.

"Tell me something I don't know, Ashy-boy." Gary said, as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

Ash groaned. "Someone's gonna have to teach that kid a lesson at some point."

"Well, stop being a sissy and do it." A voice said.

Ash turned around and saw a teenager about a year older than he was. He had purple hair that was long than Paul's, and he wore green clothing.

Ash rolled his eyes. "Hey, Harley…"

"Look, Ash," Harley said, "I hate Drew and his friends just as much as you do. Why don't we work together and give 'em what they deserve?"

"Harley, I've told you this before…piss off. There are others ways of teaching them a lesson besides stooping to their level."

Harley sighed. "Well, I tried. I'll just have to do it myself…." And with that he walked away.

'That guy has some serious issues,' Ash thought. 'I wonder what he has up his sleeve for Drew and his friends…. Eh. Whatever.' Ash took out a sandwich from his paper bag, and took a bite out of it.

"So," Brock said, "What songs do you guys want to practice tonight?"

"I say we practice 'Wasted Years' by Iron Maiden!" Gary exclaimed.

"Sounds good," Brock said, "What do you say, Paul?"

"Whatever." Paul put in some ear buds and started listening to Judas Priest.

"Remember guys, I have detention, so I might be a bit late."

"Drew's gonna pay for this." Gary muttered. "If we're going to get a gig we need all the practice we can get."

"Alright, Ash." Elm said, "You're in here for an hour and a half. I don't want any funny business. You are to stay put! Now, I have a tutor session with May Maple in the next room over, so I'm trusting you not to pull any shit, ok?"

Ash nodded, but his mind was somewhere else. He was imagining what it was like to get a gig. He imagined the crowd cheering after he and his friends finished a song. It was a fun thought. By the time Ash finally came back to reality, Elm was gone. He pulled out a piece of paper and started to make dozens of random doodles. He doodled famous rock-stars, electric guitars, offensive pictures of Drew and Professor Elm, drums sets, band logos, Pokemon, and food(he had worked up an appetite). Time flew by pretty quickly. By the time he was finished, he only had fifteen minutes left. He pulled out another piece of paper, and wrote down some song lyrics. After fifteen minutes passed, he heard Professor Elm's footsteps. He quickly shoved his lyrics into his pocket, just in time for Elm to open the door.

"You're free to go, Ash."

"Thank you, sir." Ash sighed.

He walked towards his locker, which was directly across from May's. She had just finished packing up, and she pushed her locker shut. Ash definitely hated May the least out of Drew's friends. She was definitely much kinder than Drew, and much more approachable. Ash actually had had a crush on her in third grade, but she never knew he had existed. And when she did find out about him, Drew convinced her to hate him. Yet another reason Ash hated Drew.

He glanced at May, and she looked up and met him in the eyes. She snorted, and rolled her eyes.

"Seeya, loser." She said.

Ash faced the ground; he was used to people saying stuff like this. He packed up and headed out. When he walked out of school, it was fairly dark outside. It was cloudy, and the sun was setting.

Ash spotted May making her way down the street, and he saw an all too familiar figure following her. It was Harley. Ash knew something was up. No matter how bratty May was towards him, Ash knew he had to stop Harley from whatever he was about to do. Ash slipped behind a tree, and followed them.

Meanwhile…

May was walking down the street when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She turned around but didn't see anyone, so she continued to walk. She knew something was up, so she took a shortcut through an alley to get home. Then, from behind the dumpster, a teenager that looked about a year older than her emerged. He had really long purple hair, and he had a big smirk on his face.

"W-who are you?" May asked, intimidated by his height.

"Oh, my name's Harley. But you and Drew are too high up on your horses to know that." He took the cigarette out of his mouth, and breathed. "But I know who you are. You're May Maple: daughter of the wealthiest man in town."

May was getting scared. She started to shuffle out of the ally.

"Oh, no you don't!" Harley exclaimed, pulling out a knife. He pulled May, pinning her against a wall.

May fainted. The last thing she saw was Harley holding his knife. She faded in and out of consciousness. And while she was only half-conscious, she heard the words "Ah! What the hell, Ketchum!?"

A/N-Thanks for reading, please review! Peace out! \m/