Word count: 350
Genre: Suspense
Character: A stalker
Material: A watch
Sentence: "Shut up."
Bonus: The story involves a fight.
Leonardo hasn't seen who threw it. Or when it had gotten there. Or why it hadn't made a noise. Or why it had made him feel such foreboding. But his gut told him to leave it be.
Raphael and Michelangelo had gotten into another wrestling match on the roof after the group had made their rounds around the city. Donatello had done a fine trick with his bo staff and beat all the brothers in the "Who Can Jump Further" by using it as a lance to gain distance. Leave it to Raphael and Michelangelo to fight over who got second best without taking Leonardo into consideration.
So, when Leo and Don had stood farther away by a water tower to watch the babies brawl out their decision, Leo had noticed something cold washed through him suddenly. Was... ? He looked at Donny and noticed the genius was walking forward a bit to try and placate the two fighters only to get grabbed and noogied. They all laughed, not a shiver to their skin.
Leonardo shivered himself as he looked around. Was it because he was getting sick? He usually doesn't get sick in fall... He usually never gets anything more than a stuffy nose in winter. Was it... ? Were they being watched? He looked around sharper; left, right, behind him, a 360 degree turn; he didn't stop his full body twists as he tried to find out...
Suddenly, his foot landed on something cold. And solid. He looked down at his foot and saw a gold watch almost under his twin toes. He stepped back... It... why was the ticking so loud? Why was it so shiny? Why did it make him feel fear?
The laughter of his brothers didn't stop as he felt everything speed up. His heart rate, his moving eyes, his gasps, his turning... What was watching them?
"Who's there?" he called around them. Why wouldn't his brothers stop laughing so loud?
"Shut up."
And he felt hands on his mouth, and he was gone into the black of the night. His brothers still laughing.