Prophet

Chapter Six

"That's not fair! I've had years to practice and you've had two days!"

Isaac shrugged and pushed his sleeves up for the millionth time.

"Sorry."

"That's just not fair."

He stretched and gestured to the screen.

"Rematch?"

"Damn right I want a rematch! I want to reclaim my honor!" There was a knock on the door. "Hang on, my parents probably forgot their keys. No cheating!"

"Of course not." He put his hand over his heart. "I solemnly swear that I will not cheat."

"Good."

She got up and went to the door. She hadn't known her parents had locked it when they went for their walk. Huh.

It was not her parents. It was a man dressed much like Isaac had been, only with a black hat.

"I'm looking for a young man named Isaac." Well, he sounded polite. "Is he here?"

She shut the door and went into the living room.

"Isaac."

"What?"

"Someone's here looking for you."

He set the controller down and looked at her.

"For me."

"Yes."

"What did they look like?"

"Tall, a little chubby...dressed like you were. Before. He has a hat."

"All right." He stood up and went to the door. She followed him, wondering whether or not to grab her baseball bat on the way.

"Isaac." The man folded his hands in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you want?"

"You're not meant to be here."

"What are you doing here, what do you want with me?"

Christine tried to tug him away from the door and he refused to move. She settled for clinging to his sleeve.