I DO NOT OWN KP OR THE CHARACTER RED-X

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Red-X Rising.

Chapter 1 - Assault at the waterfront

There is good and there is evil

There are those who commit crimes and those who stop them

They're like two side of the same coin

But as different as night and day

And the line between them is clear

….. Or at least it's supposed to be.

Middleton Docks.

It was midnight, armed guards slowly patrolled the waterfront looking for any intruders that may be stupid enough to sneak into the property, each guard was employed by the same employer, one Big Daddy Brotherson.

Over the years Brotherson had been implemented in many different criminal ventures such as Money laundering, arms dealing and drug trafficking.

The guards were all on edge, they knew that whatever they were guarding was not entirely legitimate and in the last few weeks the crime rate in Middleton had plummeted thanks to some sort of vigilante.

They were so on edge that they failed to notice a shadow moving across the tops of metal containers over the shipyard.

Brotherson meanwhile was up in his office in a nearby building looking up through a glass window above him, he was half craping himself, crime had never been safe but now it was terrifying, he had heard what had happened to Drakken just a few days ago, they say that the vigilante got him. Still spooked Brotherson picked up a nearby radio "E-Everyone, report in…" he waited for a moment before the radio emitted a static sound.

"Checkpoint one, clear"

"Checkpoint two clear"

"Checkpoint four clear"

Brotherson waited for a few more moments before picking up the radio again,

"Checkpoint Three…. I said report in…… Dave are you there?" almost immediately after Brotherson stopped speaking the glass window above him shattered, Brotherson covered his head to protect himself from the glass, he heard a loud slam as Dave, his second in command landed on the desk in front of him, Dave lifted his head to say something,

"Red-X is coming…" with another slam Dave's head hit the desk as he fell unconscious.

Panicking and acting quickly Brotherson reached into his side drawer and pulled out a small Glock handgun and aimed it shakily at the shattered window, for a few seconds Brotherson never took his eyes off the window before he spied the radio on the table next to Dave's unconscious form. Taking his eyes off the window only for a second he grabbed the radio and immediately pressed the switch,

"Everyone!! Get over here now!!!" he waited for a few second but received no answer

"DAMNIT I SAID NOW!!!!" after letting go of the button another voice sounded over the radio, the voice sounded calm yet cocky and was obviously synthesized,

"Sorry big daddy, but nobody's coming to help you" Brotherson froze, there was no way that was any of his men, trying not to stutter Brotherson spoke into the radio,

"Listen, can't we cut a deal? I could make you a very rich man!!!!" Brotherson started to hyperventilate as the Mysterious voice answered,

"I don't thinks so, I've met plenty of assholes like you and they all follow the same routine, first they try to kill me then they try to bargain with me and finally they do what you are about to do…." Brotherson paled almost dreading the answer to his question,

"A-And what is that?" ….. he waited for a moment, no answer. Suddenly a black rope whipped around his ankle and pulled him off his feet causing him to drop the radio and gun before he was pulled up out of the window, after landing on the roof of the building he felt someone grab his collar with both hands and pull his up and he was met with a terrifying sight, a man dressed almost completely in a black body suit complete with a black flowing cape but the most terrifying thing was the mans mask, the had the motif of a skull on the front with two red scar like marks that crossed the eyes of the skull and met to form a kind of red crucifix. When he spoke Brotherson heard the same voice he had heard over the radio,

"…They beg…".

A few minuets later Brotherson was hanging upside down by one ankle from a crane overshadowing the Shipyard,

"OH GOD!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!?" Brotherson screamed at the character,

"Me? I want to play a game…"

"A game?" Brotherson asked ludicrously

"Yes, I heard you like to play games, now first question, where are they?"

Brotherson looked at the man in black innocently,

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…" behind the mask, the mans eyes narrowed,

"WRONG ANSWER!!!!" Suddenly the rope gave way and Brotherson started to plummet to his death,

"ARRRRRHHHH!!!" and just like that he stopped just inches from the hard concrete floor and was pulled back up just as fast,

"Lets try again and just in case you misunderstood me last time I shall rephrase the question, which container?" Scared out of his wits Brotherson looked down and pointed at a large metal container nearby that was ready to be loaded onto a boat.

"Good, now second question, who are you shipping them to?"

"I don't know I swear, the order came anonymously along with the money, you have to believe me!!!" the man in black knelt down beside Brotherson to look him in the face,

"I do believe you, you see there is a lie detector built inside my mask" suddenly the silence was sharply cut by half a dozen police sirens and cars driving into the Shipyard,

"Well, time is running short so here's the final question and you had better get this one right….. What is my name?" Brotherson thought back to what Dave had said moments before he lost consciousness,

"R-Red-X?" the man in black let out a small laugh,

"Well done, now make sure everyone else finds out" with that said the rope gave way again, the cops below turned there attention upwards as they saw a short yet slightly overweight man falling towards them screaming, he stopped screaming as he stopped just short of the floor and then fell the last few inches to the floor,

"THERE!!! LOOK!!!" a cop shouted while pointing up, everyone looked up and saw him, the vigilante who had been doing there job for the last few weeks. Red-x reared back for a moment before flinging a red X shaped object like a shuriken at them, they all scrambled as the object flew past them and hit the lock on the metal container that Brotherson had pointed at, as the doors slowly swung open the officers looked inside and were awe struck, over the last month there had been a rash of kidnappings, the MO was always the same, young women still in there teens, the police had looked everywhere but never found anything, however when the doors opened there they were, every one of the girls were in the container. The cops looked back to where they had seen the vigilante only to find him gone, they looked again this time at the road they had come in on to see a black bike disappear into the night.

Half an hour later Red-X rode his bike down a dark street nobody was in sight expect a few rats, he reached down and hit a small red button on his dashboard and up ahead a dumpster on the wall lifted up revealing an entrance of some sort of entrance, the opening opened fully just in time for Red -X to ride through the hole and into his hideout, with a soft clang the dumpster closed again, from there Red-X rode through a long tunnel for a few miles until he reached a large chamber filled with computers and his own equipment, he shut down his bike and walked over to his equipment rack, he slowly unloaded his grapples shrunkens and set them all down on the rack, he then made his way over to a high-tech safe built into the wall, he took off his black glove and placed his bare hand on a scanner, after a few seconds of scanning the safe opened with a soft hissing sound, Red-X looked into the safe, it was basically a few shelves filled with vials of a red substance, Cynthonium, the power source of the suit, he took of his belt and opened a top section sliding an empty vial out of it and inserting a fresh one, after doing so he placed the belt on the bottom shelf in the safe and slammed it shut.

He then passed over to another chamber, this one was white, he made his way over to a sink and looked at himself in the mirror still wearing the mask, he reached up and gripped the mask quickly whipping it off revealing his true identity, he had messy blond hair and chocolate brown eyes he looked up and saw a 18 year old Ron Stoppable looking right back at him in the mirror, he also had a scar across his right eyes almost identical to the one on his mask. Ron reached down and turned on the faucet, catching some water between his hands he splashed his face and looked back at the mirror, at this point the couldn't help but remember how he had gotten to this point.

TO BE CONTINUED…….

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ok fellas this is it, i have been planing this story since i first started writing, this story marks another occasion, you may have notised that i have not used my usual "script" format, well due to popular demand i am gonna stop useing it all together. so review and tell me what you think of this storyline, to tell the truth i got this idea when i first saw the movie "Batman begins" and so i have named this story "Red-X Riseing" by the way, i think Red-X is the second coolest cartoon character ever, the coolest being Ron Stoppable Naturally