Consequential

Jerry looked over his shoulder and quickened his pace, failing to notice the lamp post directly in front of him. As he turned his head he ran full force into the post, sliding down to the ground, stunned. After a moment, he rose to his feet. There was no more time for trying to look casual, he had to get away now. Breaking into a full run, he could hear the slap of footsteps behind him. This galvanized him, sending him into a faster run than he ever thought possible. But still the footsteps closed in.
Finally, he could run no more. Bending over, his hands on his knees, he tried to regain his breath. The footsteps behind him slowed, coming dangerously close before stopping. Slowly Jerry turned around and faced his fear.
The duck stared at him placidly, almost as though he were comfortable with the situation. Silently the two stared at each other, Jerry still trying to breath normally, the duck looking as though he had merely been out for an evening stroll. A long moment passed before the duck reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one into his beak he offered the pack to Jerry, who gratefully took one. The duck lit both of their smokes, and the two stared at each other as the smoke curled around their heads.
Finishing the cigarette, Jerry dropped it to the ground and stepped on it. He made a move as though to run, but thought better of it when he saw the duck shake his head, almost imperceptible though it was. Taking a deep drag, the duck finished his smoke, throwing it down next to Jerry's.
The duck finally spoke. "Let this be a warning, Jerry. Your final warning. We can get to you whenever we want. If you try anything like the stunt you pulled again then I can't be held responsible for the consequences." With that the duck turned around and faded into the shadows.
For a long time Jerry stood where he was, leaning against the wall and shaking. Obviously he would have to rethink some things. But this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.