Silhouettes in the sun
It'd been a long day's work, longer than he'd seen in awhile. "Damn near everything that could've gone wrong did" he said to himself. He'd decided to ride Venus today, and let Prissy and Sophie handle the cargo. Venus looked back at him with one of her eyes, Prissy and Sophie gave him a side glance. They could all sense his tension. The train arrived 2 hours late, making him have to stay in town that much longer than he had to. Some kids decided to try stealing some of the food he'd gotten, a quick shot in the air from the Makarov semi automatic sent them crying to their mothers. He always kept Makarov in a holster around his leg, concealed by the leg of his pants.
At home, he had a Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol in his nightstand and a Saiga 410K hunting carbine under his mattress, all of which he loaded, cocked, and on safety at all times. The last thing he carried on him was an 8 ½ inch straight edge hunting utility knife looped through his belt on the back of his hip.
As soon as he got home he just wanted to lie down and get some sleep. Today wouldn't be a good day to read a story, he was just too frustrated. On the way back he saw and desert ekans glaring at him through those yellow eyes and camouflaged skin. Only it wasn't staring at him, it was staring at Prissy, and she was staring back at it, steering away from it, getting closer and closer to him and Venus. He pulled out the Makarov, lined up the sight between sulfuric orbs, and shot once making the head pop like a blood balloon. He grimaced and gripped the gun harder, unloading the rest of the magazine at it.
The raipidash stared at the mangled corpse; the tip of the barrel of the Makarov had wisps of smoke leaking from it. Gene blew at it, ejected the magazine, replaced it with an auxiliary he kept in his inner coat pocket; then continued his way to the ranch.
Once he arrived, he felt a little bit better, still tired and sore, he was about ready to take a hot shower and call it a night early. He'd already started undressing, his straight black hair hanging at his shoulders, and gotten his shirt off, when he heard the growlithe and houndour barking at something outside. They were going crazy,usually if it was just another pokemon it would only be a few of them, but in this case if it hadn't been for the chain link fencing they'd already be out there ripping apart whatever it is that'd gotten them so worked up. He grabbed the Desert Eagle from under his pillow, just in case it was a wild ursaring intending to eat some of his pokemon.
He came outside, the .50 caliber pistol in the back of his pants; he covered his eyes to black out the bright rays of the falling sun, to see two people riding in on rapidash. One was taller and heavier set than the other, more petite silhouette riding right next to the other. "Now who the hell could that be?' he whispered to himself in a gruff voice.