Forlot: Not What I Am - Book Twenty

Chapter Forty-One

Anti-Caleb and all the other antis had gone through a magic portal and arrived to Forlot. Anti-Caleb was in front of and a few inches from his army and surveyed the new area that he was going to conquer. His army was truly devoted to him. They followed him wherever he went and halted whenever he halted and attacked whenever a command was given.

"It will be sweet to take over Forlot building by building," my anti commented, pleased at what he was viewing. "We need to find the ruler of this town and lock him away for good."

The antis cheered and clapped. One was holding a flag with a picture of Anti-Caleb's face and swaying it left and right.

"I am relieved that you agree with me. 'Cause anyone who disagrees with my decisions during the invasion and when I rule this town will be disintegrated." He motioned to his sister. "Joan, locate the coordinates on where the Forlot ruler might be."

Anti-Joan saluted to him. "Yes, sir." She took out a small device and punched in some coordinates.

"While my sister comes up with the correct coordinates, we will continue marching and see what else Forlot has to offer."

He spun around, but neither he nor his army got the chance to move forward, for blocking their path were four people. Cindy's parents and my parents. They explained to the antis that they had seen them from a distance and were concerned about their daughters, Joan and Cindy.

Yeah. My mother and father could care less about me.

"Where are they?" Mr. Banks demanded.

"Where is who? Where is Caleb?" Anti-Caleb guessed.

"I said the word 'they.' We do not care if Caleb is hurt or not. Heck, we would rather see him dead."

"Is that so?"

"Enough games," Mrs. Banks said sternly. "Where are Cindy and Joan?"

"Cindy and Joan? You mean from your dimension, right?"

"Duh," Dad said. "His wife and my wife did not give birth to Anti-Cindy and Anti-Joan."

One would have assumed that Anti-Joan took offense to that. But no. A creepy grin spread across her face.

"Good thing that you did not end up with me," she hissed. "I am not perfect or beautiful like you force both of your daughters to be."

My anti rubbed his chin. "I know that you do not like - no, despise - Caleb Night. You went as far as to cut him from your life." He pointed an accusing finger at the Banks. "You kept him in a dusty basement filled with spiders and other creepy crawlers and planted the idea in his head that he was not good enough for your daughter." He did the same to my parents. "You abandoned him, making him homeless and hungry, and changed your last name from Night to Morning so that you would not be reminded of him."

Neither Cindy's parents nor mine could figure out what the real issue was. How cruel.

Mr. Banks crossed his arms over his chest. "Your point?"

"I just want to know why. Why do you hate him? What would cause you to hate that weak boy?"

"Where do I even begin?" Mrs. Banks asked herself. "He is weak and as scared as a weasel and does not have the muscles."

"But he is an inventor, and his anxiety is doing better."

"Even if that were true, it still does not change our minds about him," Mom commented.

"Why the heck not?"

Dad took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "He is a white male."

"You are a white male too!"

"Yes, but I do feel sorry that I am that. Caleb is proud that he is a white male."

Mom added, "Do not forget that he straight and a Christian."

Anti-Caleb had just about enough of them. Even he thought that they were ridiculous. So he lied about something that shattered their dark hearts.

"He is supposed to be a male and white because that is what the Lord created him to be. He cannot help it."

"Then the Lord is a racist," all four of the parents claimed in unison.

"You guys are dumb. Truly dumb. You are so dumb that you failed to protect your daughters."

"What did you do to them?" Dad questioned.

"It is not what I did. It is what Caleb from your dimension did."

"I should have known that kid was up to no good," Mr. Banks remarked. "What did he do?"

"Before I left my dimension, I...I saw Cindy and Joan being shot by your Caleb. The three of them were in the field, and the girls were sobbing and wishing for their mommy and daddy."

Mrs. Banks gasped and covered her mouth with both of her palms. "No..."

"Then Caleb shot them. First, Joan. Then, Cindy."

"I knew it!" Mom cried as she dropped to her knees. "I knew that boy was serious trouble."

Cindy's mom did the same. "That monster...my poor daughter..."

The husbands dropped next to their wives and cried with them. Anti-Caleb looked at Anti-Joan.

"You got the coordinates?"

"Yes, sir." She handed the device to him, and he examined it.

"Excellent." He lowered the device. "Joan. Why do you and your friend Lorraine not murder these imbeciles?" He motioned to the grownups.

Anti-Joan and Anti-Lorraine bowed. "It would be our pleasure."

Meanwhile, I was stuck under a heavy pole. There was no point in getting free. I was too weak to lift up the pole even a little and crawl out. I needed backup.

The vegetarian was lying on the grass. She sat up and uttered a horrified gasp.

"Oh my gosh!" She scrambled to her feet and rushed to my side. "Oh my gosh. Are you okay?"

Like that I was okay under a pole that weighed a ton.

"My...my arm is broken," I managed to choke out.