“How did you know…” Her voice trembled, and she sat back up.
The light turned green, and I floored it. I pulled into an abandoned parking lot a few blocks from her house, parked under a tree, and started walking. I only had a few minutes before the novelty of my gift wore off.
“Look, sometimes you guys are all too much. It feels like you,Ministersmonster,might want to talk in private, and that’s fine, but you need to go through my website and not here.”
One more question.
I typed quickly.
“No more questions,” she snapped. “I’m sorry, this guy has really given me the creeps. I’m going to go, guys. I’ll do a video soon.” She shut the live stream off as I reached her backyard.I climbed over the fence and slowly made my way to the window that I knew was unlocked. With care, I slid it open and climbed inside, finding myself in her basement.
Pulling my phone, along with my mask from my backpack out, I went to her website and leaned against the wall. I clicked on the giant chat with me button.It said she was online. Would she pick up if I called?
I slid my mask on and steadied my breathing, and requested a video call. She did, and then for the first time in ten years, we were looking at each other.
“Ooh, a mask,” she teased.“Ghostface? How original. I’m scared.”
I nodded slowly.She should be.
“What exactly did you want, Monster?”
“You,” I answered.
“Oh yeah?” She laughed and fell back onto what looked like her bed. “If you can find me, you can have me.”
Oh, princess, don’t make empty promises.
“Goodbye asshole.”
She ended the video call a second later.I stared at the screen and then chose something that would truly scare her.I clicked off the web browser and went to my texts. I clicked on her name and typed.
I’ve already found you.
And I sent it.
Rule 16 - Constantine
Keep your mask on.
There was a long pause before her name reappeared on my screen.
Who is this?
I grinned.
Who do you want it to be?
And then my phone started ringing. I stared at it for a moment before picking it up.
“Hello.” I kept my voice low to not be heard above, although I knew she hadn’t left her room. I would have heard the creaks of the floorboards.
“Who is this?” she demanded.
“Is that how you speak to your husband after all these years?”
Silence.And then, a whisper.
“Constantine?”
