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I do not own Biker Mice From Mars and all that stuff, or Jewel’s stuff either. They are being used without permission and I don’t make a profit from this story or any other story I write. Chassie/Malice does belong to me and can not be used without permission.
This is something I thought up when I first listened to the song. Enjoy
Who will save your soul?
By
Miss Van Wham
(This happened after part four)
Chassie looked out the window and stared as her two children departed with their favorite uncle. She smiled as her son wrapped his tiny arms around the gray furred mouse. Tyke was a dwarf compared to Modo and Tayla was even smaller. As the bike drove out of sight, She turned away from the view and made her way downstairs. She entered the basement and glanced at the guitar that laid upon its rack, untouched for over two years. Chassie gently grabbed the instrument by its neck and sat on the old blue couch. She positioned it on her lap and sighed.
"I don’t know if I could go on Throttle." She spoke to the guitar, "I don’t think I can keep on being Malice anymore, I don't like the feeling I get after I turn back from being Malice, I can't take much more of this! Sometimes I think I’m the enemy. I’m tired."
She plucked the strings and played a little tune.
"I just want you back, but that can’t happen. Your in heaven and I’m here, alone…and feeling like I’m loosing my soul."
The sound from the guitar filled the room, she took a deep breath,
"People living their lives for you on TV,
They say they’re better than you and you agree,
He says hold my calls from behind those walls
The boss says, come here boy, there’s nothing for free,
Another doctor’s bill, another lawyer’s bill,
Another cute cheep thrill,
You know you love him if you put him in your will,
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower,
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy,
Who will save your soul if you won’t save your own?
We try to hustle then, try to bustle them, try to cuss them,
The cops want someone to bust on Orleans Avenue,
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower,
Went up where the homeless had their homes,
So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers,
But call religion our friend,
We’re so worried about saving our souls,
Afraid that God will take his toll, that we forget to begin
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower,
Who will save your soul after all the lies you told, boy?
And who will save your soul if you won’t save your own?
Pa da da, pa da da
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill,
You got social security, but that don’t pay your bills,
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay,
So you bargain with the devil, say you’re OK for today,
You say that you love them, take their money and run,
Say it’s been swell sweetheart, but it was just one of those things,
Those flings, those strings you’ve got to cut,
So get out on the streets girls and buts your butts,
But who will save your soul, when it comes to the flower,
Who will save your soul after all the lies you’ve told,boy?
And who will save your soul, if you won’t save your own?
Who will save—your soul?
She heard clapping as she finished the song and turned to the door. Vince stood there clapping with a tear in his eyes. He pushed his long white hair out of his face and walked over to the other guitar beside the couch. He plugged in the amp and smiled at his little sister.
"That was great sis. It’s been a while since Throttle’s guitar was played, I hope you don’t stop."
She grinned at him, "It makes me feel better when I feel I can’t go on, it’s like he’s here in some way telling me to keep it up."
"Well then, shall we jam?" He asked.
"Why not? Meatloaf?"
"Bat out of Hell!"
The sounds of music filled the house and brought a little piece of life back into their hearts. For now…
See? There’s no killing in this one either!
So? It’s a different story.
I WANT KILLINGS!
Go read the other stories.
But I don’t want too!
You’ll like what I got in store for the Biker Mice.
Oh…can I have a hint?
No.
Please?
NO! You have to wait and read.
You are definitely no fun.