It's time for the end chapters to start unfolding. Don't worry though this isn't the last you'll see of Red X and the Justice Titans. I hope you enjoy the ending.

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'It's simple, there is Good, and there is Evil… there are those who commit crime, and those who stop them. The two sides are opposite, as different as day and night. And the line between them is clear. Or at least… it's supposed to be.'

I sat at my desk about to reach for my helmet inside my satchel when I felt a hand grasp my right arm and pull me down the hall. As the person pulled me I heard my literature teacher call for me and Pete to come back.

"We don't have much time before they get here." He said as he continued to pull me. "I told him not to do this." He continued his voice filled with anger, and what I think was regret. "We have to get out of here."

I stopped right there, my arm slipping out of Pete's hand. "Pete, there are other students in here, we need to help them."

I don't know what Pete's expression was right then, but I can guess that he wasn't happy. I can also guess that he knew I was right, no matter what he thought.

Before Pete could say anything the front doors of the school slammed open.

Pete grabbed my arm again, and before I could protest he dragged me into a nearby computer lab.

"There's nothing we can do to help them now." He hissed as he stuffed me under one of the desks. "These are Deathstroke's men; they are not the kind of people two freshmen want to be fighting."

I looked angrily at the source of my friend's voice. I know he didn't know I was Red X, but it was still insulting.

"I can take care of myself Pete!" I spat; even though I had only known Pete for a year I was just about ready to show him who I really was. "we have to help them!"

I heard a grunt come from the desk next to me and the ruffle of the uniform jacket against Pete's long hair.

"We need to keep quiet; if they hear a mouse move in here they'll come in." he finally said; his voice so low I could barely hear.

For a few minutes we sat in silence as boots stomped by outside the room. When the noise finally stopped Pete pulled me out from under the desk, pushing my head down as he did so.

"We need to find a way out of here." He said, his hair brushing back and forth on his jacket. "There's a window that we can climb out of." He finally said, grabbing my arm.

"Pete, I'm going to save these people." I said, pulling my arm out of his grip, "With or without your help."

"Willis, you're blind." He said pointing out the obvious. "How on earth are you going to help anyone?"

I looked towards my friend, my face deadly serious. 'It's time, if I'm going to save anyone I'm going to have to tell Pete.'

I put my satchel on the desk I knew was next to me, and undid the straps of my black leather satchel. When I opened I pulled out my helmet, putting it on allowing myself to see.

Before I put on my gloves I began to un-button my shirt showing my uniform. I looked straight at my pale friend, his dark hair almost covering his eyes. As I pulled my pants over my boots Pete looked torn.

"I'm Red X." I finally said putting my gloves on, showing Pete who I really am.

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did Willis make the right choice by telling Pete who he really was, and why does his friend know so much about Deathstroke. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out. Please follow and review.