Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Five

A white light surrounded by a blue aura flashed in the purple sky. It was so bright that we, including Diversity, shielded our eyes. It could not have been a star because it was morning. The light was Caleb Night.

"What the crub is that?" Marty said, breaking the silence.

Diversity joined him and Destiny and patted his back. "Do not worry, my chicks. This is the moment that we have been waiting for."

The light floated to the ground and faded as if it were a fog, revealing my husband's soul. He was the same soul that I talked to last night. He expressed his emotions, but not one was warm or loving. He could feel pain and only pain. He did not have a knife on him, but he did have a trick up his sleeve.

The soul paid no attention to my three cousins and instead was looking at me. Examining me. He was here for me, as well as the folks who respected him. I am not sure whether or not I should consider that sweet.

Diversity stepped forward. "Caleb, is it?"

"Yes," he said, his voice echoing. His eyes remained on me. "Cindy..."

"Forget about Cindy. I have something that is more precious than her." She motioned to the body. "This is yours, is it not?"

Caleb's soul lowered his head to my cousins and saw his lifeless body in Marty's arms. His eyes went wide. "Yes. That is mine."

She snickered. "I suppose that you want—"

He interrupted. "So does Cindy. She belongs to me."

"Unbelievable," Destiny said loud enough for the rest of us to hear. "Even when he is dead, he cannot help but treat women and people of color like dirt."

"This is an absolute disgrace," Diversity announced, directing it to the protests. "This is what white males do. They all are racists and do not care for anyone except themselves."

"That is bull," a white male from the white crowd argued. "Blacks are the ones who are racist. They are offended by everything and destroying our history."

"Pfft! Look who is talking," a black woman from the black crowd spoke, waving her sign back and forth. "You white people are the cause of all the world's problems. You get away with your crimes and bully those who want to be treated like individuals."

"No diversity! No representation!" the white crowd chanted.

"No whites! They are nothing but racists!" the black crowd chanted back.

At that point, I realized what Diversity and the other two were up to. I should have known from the start. I banged my fists on the invisible force field to get both the blacks' and whites' attentions.

"Do not listen to their lies!" I proclaimed, pointing at my cousins. "I am unfortunately related to these morons. I know the kind of people that they are. They are selfish and evil and full of themselves."

"That is quite enough," Diversity hissed, however, I ignored her.

"Destiny murdered my husband. That young man whose skin and clothes are blue is my husband. It is his soul. And this soul only remembers the pain that was inflicted on him. His name is Caleb Night."

"Please do not listen to her," Destiny instructed the groups. "She was brainwashed by a racist."

"You lying sack of crub!" I kicked the force field. "I was not brainwashed! I was almost brainwashed by you and my ex-boyfriend and Diversity! Why is your name Diversity anyway? 'Cause you are anything but being diverse!"

Diversity waved a hand. "No need to fret, ladies and gentlemen. She will receive help."

I wanted to protest on her latest statement, but I had a major problem. I could not open my mouth. It felt as if my lips were glued together. Hold on. They were glued together! Diversity. She did this. She shut me up so that I would not be able to tell the truth!

"Caleb..." Diversity began. "...I am sorry that this had to happen to you. I am sorry for the evil things that some of these folks in this town put you through. You did not deserve the suffering. You know what you do not deserve? Being a white male. A white male who is straight and a Christian. You believe in this magical God who conveniently had a Son by the name of Jesus die for the sins of this world."

"All the other religions make sense," Marty added. "But not Christianity. It is messed up and should be wiped out."

Were they trying to upset Caleb's soul? He would slit their throats if they angered him.

"Caleb..." Diversity continued. "...I want you to know that you being white and a male and straight and a Christian is not your fault. You were never right in the head and still are not. I want to show you mercy. I really do."

"How will you show me mercy?" the soul asked.

"I will help you in making you into the man that you are supposed to be. If you apologize for being a white male, I will forgive you."

Destiny flipped her hair. "You should also apologize for being straight and a Christian."

Silence filled the area. Caleb's soul was quiet for a minute. The groups were confused, and one person asked what was taking so long.

"Well?" Diversity said. "All of us are waiting. Are you going to apologize?"

"For...what?" the soul questioned.

"For being you."

"...no."

I clapped. If I could, I would have cheered.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said...nooooooooooooo!"

It happed so fast. The soul blasted a blue beam from his mouth, and the bright beam hit Diversity. She screamed and started to change. Changed from a colorful being to blue. Blue hair. Blue clothes. Blue skin. It was such an impact that Marty and Destiny collapsed to the hard ground. When Diversity was completely blue, she fell on her back and became unconscious.