Job

Émile was used to his job. He was used to being sick and throwing up when something was queasy. He was used to death, blood and body parts. He was used to the smell of death, but the smell of death scared him. He always figured he was going to be next, even though he has a trusty gun by his side. Some of his friends think their job is tough! How is it tough being a gym leader or frontier brain?

No one could know, except his co-workers, how hard his job was. They were used to it, death, blood and gore. He was used to possibly be shot at or dying. It was always on his mind.


A/N: Song prompt - Baba O'Riley - The Who... I don't know why, but this song reminds me of him.