(A/N: Evil Observers. Obviously a very season five-esque drabble, but I think I wrote it before 'Letters of Transit'. Foreshadowing?)
Threatening
As I turn the corner, I see him.
Just a flash of him, disappearing in the shadows.
I know he's watching.
He's always watching.
But this time, I know he's there.
And I'm ready.
My hand discreetly moves towards my pocket, and I grip the handle of the knife.
All he is supposed to do is observe.
But now, he interferes.
And I'm ready.