The Stalked
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, dang it all!
I felt those damn eyes on my back for the third time today. This constant feeling of being watched had been going on for a little over a week now, and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't seem to catch the perpetrator.
Taking the lit cigarette from my mouth I tapped the ashes loose into the dancing winds, and let the smoke escape the cavern of my mouth as I mumbled angrily to myself. It gave me some sense of pleasure to imagine my hot ashes flying into those staring eyes and causing that person GREAT RELENTLESS PAIN!
I knew my stalker watched me nearly twenty-four hours a day because I felt the eyes when I went to work, when I went to lunch, back to work, home in the afternoon, and late into the night until I fell asleep and was no longer capable of recognizing the ever-present presence.
Throwing my spent cig in the dirt I step on top of it and grind it into the ground. I've had just about enough of this game of cat and mouse, and now it's time for it to come to an abrupt end. Turning myself abruptly in a tight 'about-face' I rush around the closest corner to come to terms with my tormentor. Stopping just short of his startled face I grab the front of his shirt and am about to pommel him to death when I gasp and have to jump back in surprise.
"YOU!" I shriek while pointing an accusatory finger at the aforementioned person's chest.
A/N: HA! Cliff hanger! If you wanna know who it is you'll have to come back and read my next drabble part. MWAHAHA, my evil plan is working. See? (pauses, waiting for readers to see the not-so-evident plan) Ok, I'll tell you. I want you to review my story cause it's tons of fun for me to read them. I don't even mind the occasional emails that I do happen to get, those are fun too. Well, until next time, and don't worry it'll be up soon… really soon, later!