Did...did you readers hear him correctly? Or is it just me? It sounded as if my anti wanted me to shoot and kill an innocent person. Haha! That is hilarious. That is really funny.

...crub.

Anti-Caleb led me to a set of double doors, and in front of them were none other than Wendow and Triso. No, no. Not Forlot Wendow and Triso, and that was for sure because instead of them being their silly, happy selves, they were the opposite. Cold and sinister and serious.

"I bet that you already guessed who these girls are, Caleb," Anti-Caleb said.

"Anti-Wendow and Anti-Triso," I stated with confidence. "If you do not mind me asking, where are Wendy and Tris? In Forlot, Wendy, Tris, Wendow, and Triso are always together."

Anti-Caleb quirked an eyebrow. "In a four-way relationship?"

"Absolutely not. They are all straight and only best friends."

"Good, good. Just wanted to inform the audience that they are not allowed to ship Forlot or LotFor characters that our writer does not ship us with. It is illegal in both towns."

I smiled a little, forgetting that I was being forced to shoot somebody!

"I was relieved when Forlot passed that law. Do you know how many sick Forlot fans - if you can even call them fans - ship me with Ava? 'Cause Ava abusing me is the perfect relationship!"

"And disgusting," my anti added. "Anti-Joan and Anti-Ava are my sisters, so the same would apply to you."

"Whoa!" I held out my hands and shook them from side to side. "Back it up. Back it up!"

"Caleb, is it?" Anti-Wendow spoke. "If my sister and I back up against the doors, we will be pudding."

"Yeah. And shaking your hands like that 'offends' me," Anti-Triso said dramatically. She and her sister laughed.

Huh. They still have the humor.

"I am sure that is not what he meant," Anti-Caleb backed me up. "Right, Caleb?" I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued on. "It is not his fault that Dr. Maxwell from Forlot stole some of Caleb's DNA and used it to create Ava."

As you might have guessed, I was refusing to believe it. "That is ridiculous. Ava and I are not related, and I never ran into Dr. Maxwell."

"Of course not. Neither did I. Anti-Dr. Maxwell stole my DNA too. But you want to know how he did?"

"How?"

"After Mom, our moms, found out that we knew about the Lord and His Word, she...they freaked. She...they got in contact with Dr. Maxwell and his anti, and the so-called 'doctors' stole some of our DNA and created Ava Campbell. And even though my mom never knew about it, I hated her for it."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I am not convinced."

"Eh. Do not worry, Caleb. Soon, it will all be over." He motioned to Anti-Wendow and Anti-Triso. "I need to show our guest what is in this room."

The antis saluted to him and pushed open the double doors for us. They saluted to my anti one more time as he and I entered the large room.

The room was...roomy, and I only say that because there was so much space. The floor was blue, and the walls were red. Thick, clear glass separated the room. We were on the right, and they....oh my gosh. They were on the left.

Who were they? Why, my worst, or should I say, our worst enemies. Media warriors and feminists.

It was already bad enough that they were real worlders, but to be in the exact room where some people of a group hate you just because of your gender and color really stinks.

Tears blurred my eyes, and I covered my ears. My anxiety took over and I slid to the floor, my back against the wall.

"Stop...please..." I whimpered, wishing for the media warriors and feminists to stop talking.

I later discovered that both the feminists and media warriors were in two groups. On the right were the good ones. The ones that did not judge me for being myself and just asked if I supported women, which I do. The ones to the left were...were...my gosh.

They were unbearable! And louder than the good ones. The bad ones were throwing swear words at me and claiming me to be a racist, which I am most certainly not, because I am a white male who is straight and loves God.

Talk about being racist.

"White males are evil!" one proclaimed.

"Males in general are evil!" another shouted.

"Change your race, gender, and sexuality!" the rest of the bad ones demanded from me. "Burn in—"

"That is enough!" Anti-Caleb shouted back. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Look who is talking," a bad girl commented.

"I think that you and your group needs to be taught a lesson when you pick on Caleb Night." He rushed over to me and helped me to my feet. "Now is the time, Caleb." He scooped up the gun that I had dropped and shoved it in my hands. "Do it."

I wiped my tears. "D-do what?"

"Do not be so clueless and forgetful, Caleb. It needs to be over with."

I then remembered what he said at the end of the last chapter and choked on my tears. "I-I d-do n-not w-want t-to."

"You have to. Otherwise, they will get away with their crimes."

"What crimes?"

"Being unbearable to both Forlot and LotFor and changing fictional characters and things to fit their wants. Sad." Anti-Caleb pushed me up to the glass and forced me to point the gun at the bad ones. "They deserve it, Caleb. Trust me. You will be getting rid of another problem in the world."

I put my finger on the trigger - and fired.