I allowed the tears to flow from my eyes, and they stained my glasses and covered my face as a bright red laser shot out from the gun and hit the bad real worlders, disintegrating them.

"I cannot believe it," Anti-Caleb announced. "In all my years of teaching the LotFor folks how to be evil...how could a teen at your age and level of intelligence miss them?!"

What is that, fellow fans? You actually thought that I shot at the bad media warriors and feminists? Dang. You do not know me well, and I am one of the main characters who has an interesting - yet sad - backstory!

"Well, Caleb? Well?!" Anti-Caleb continued. "I am waiting for an answer, and it had better be a good one!"

I shifted my body towards him and frowned at him. I was not angry. Just...just disappointed. I laid the gun on the steel floor at my feet and clenched both of my hands into fists.

"Sorry, Anti-Caleb," I apologized. Although, I was not sorry in the slightest. "I am not going to kill them."

As I expected, my anti was frustrated...and confused.

"Why in Forlot's name will you not? Their kind is evil. More evil than me! They are offended over everything! They hate white men! They hate you!"

"I know. I am aware that they hate me existing and would rather watch me die." I kicked the gun to the wall across from us. "But you know what? I will not stoop to their level. You know why? 'Cause whether we deserve it or not, the Lord loves us all. If He is willing to love them, then we should too."

"So you are giving them a pass for their crimes?!"

"I am not saying that they should receive no punishment. God is love, but He is also justice. He loves the sinners and not the sin. That is why I love but do not support gays."

Anti-Caleb reached out and grabbed ahold of my shoulders. "You are making a big mistake!"

"You are a racist!" the bad group screamed in unison. "There are other religions besides yours!"

"Loving God and Jesus is not a religion," I shot at them.

"I wish that you were dead!" a bad girl shot back.

That was when the wildest thing happened, and I swear that I did not do it. Okay, I did it, but I did not mean to. I can only describe it as a person controlling my movements.

Clenching my teeth, I growled, raised my fist...and smashed it on the glass. And it was enough to make the glass shatter.