I am officially the world's greatest moron. I am sorry I've been prolonging this. High School is a bitch, and I've been working a seven-hour job every weekday for the past two months. After going through some tough writer's block and having absolutely no inspiration, I stopped finding reasons to continue on and have been kicking my "The End" ideas around. But I think I've got this down and finished. So, good luck. If you make it to the end of this chapter, you've won my respect, especially those of you who've been here since the beginning of the story. I do not own Halo, Bungi does. And I do not own Red vs Blue, Rooster Teeth does. And, I'm not making a single penny out of this story. …Man, my life sucks.

Taylor's POV:

Things were kind of blurry at first. It felt like my head was exploding and my body weighed a hundred times the amount it should have. If I was dead, I was in Hell. No way this could be Heaven. However, if my theory was right, I made it. Gød damn it, I hope I'm right. I slowly began to open my eyes. The bright lights made my head hurt even more. There was a constant ringing in my ears and my vision was doubled. I could barley see the figures in front of me. Strangely enough, they were all a different color. As my hearing sluggishly came back, I began to listen to the words I was hearing.

"Don't hurt him! He's my best friend! He has so much left to live for! Like rodeos and learning how to square dance with me!" A young, childish voice said.

"What in Sam Hell is he doing?! Hey! Don't kill him! That's my job!" A gruff voice said.

"Alguien explicara que esta sucediendo? [Will somebody explain what is happening?]" A Spanish robotic voice asked.

"And horse back riding, and playing co-ed softball, and it's his turn to baby sit Jr., and he promised me if he died before I did, to stay away from his funeral, and-and he still has to drink my orange juice, and-" He was cut off by another voice.

"For the love of Gød, will someone please shoot him?! I can't take this anymore!" Another voice yelled in misery.

My vision grew clearer now and I could make out the figures. I saw ahead of me the Chairman closing in on Tex and Church. I also saw the Meta cornering the rest of the crew and pointing his missal launcher at them. I had only so little time to act. I then saw my rifle laying only a few feet in front of me. I slowly pulled my self towards and reached for it. When I got a good grip on it, mindlessly pointed it at the Meta and pulled the trigger as hard as I could. A series of bullets shot out of it quick as a flash and hit the Meta square in the back of the head. It took a while for it to finally dig though his helmet and hit his head and killed him. My luck didn't last long before the Chairman shot my leg and I screamed in pain as the bullet punctured my leg and the blood poured out.

"You wrenched little child!" The Chairman said looking at me.

Before I could even blink, I heard to two loud cracks and the Chairman's face fell. His knees buckled and he tumbled to the ground in a dramatic matter. I saw once he fell, two small holes on his back flooding with blood. I knew then that it was the end of Charles William. I looked up and saw Agent Washington standing there with a smoking pistol.

"Sorry I'm late. Took a while to get here." Washington said aloofly.

"Yeah, couldn't come two minutes earlier could you?" Grif asked sarcastically.

"Probably could have if people weren't chasing me with loaded guns." Washington replied.

"Yeah? Cause of you're lateness, I figured out that my entire life is a lie, got hit in the back of the head, AND got shot in the leg! (A.N. You'd be pissed too if you got shot in the leg)" I yelled.

"I'm… sorry?" Wash said unsurely.

"Sorry?! Is that it?! That's what I get?!" I asked angrily.

"Here, let me help you up." Simmons said, holding out his hand. I quickly started to get up on my own.

"No! I'm not a fairy! I can get up on my own." I said as I tried to get up but feebly failed and plummeted to the ground in pain. "Nope, not happening!"

"Alright, here we go." Simmons said, pulling me up to my feet while grunting. "My Gød! How much do you weigh?!"

"If you're really expecting an answer, you'll never get to first base with me ever again!" I replied, trying to ignore the pain coming from my right leg. "Hold me correctly or I'll kick you with my good leg and have someone else hold me up. You know what, forget it. CABOOSE! Come hold me up and get me out of here!"

"Yes ma'am." Caboose said as he put his arms under my back and my legs and hoisted me up like a feather.

"My Gød, you are freakishly strong." I said as he tried to adjust his hold on me. "Easy on the leg there!"

My head began to feel woozy again, probably cause of the blood I'm losing. Then everything went black.

Three Weeks Later

It's been a hell of a time recovering from my injuries. The medics kept treating me like glass and wouldn't let anyone visit me, not even Doc. Then, after what seemed like forever, I was let off and allowed to go back to my training base. But not before I made a quick stop: prison. That's where I was. Hobbling down a long metal hallway, trying to remember the directions the guard told me. Once I reached my destination though, all thoughts left my brain. I just focused on the man behind the thick pane of glass. I pressed the button that let my voice be heard from the other side.

"Hello Director." I said.

The Director looked at the glass, but I guess he couldn't see me through his side that was probably a mirror.

"Greetings. May I ask who I'm talking to?" He asked.

"You might remember me from a few weeks ago. I'm the one who came in to rescue you from the Chairman." I replied.

"Ah yes, the child. Why are you here?" He questioned.

"I… I don't know. Maybe it's because it's some sort of version of closure."

"If you don't know then leave. I'm rather busy."

"With what? Your locked in a cell facing charges for all the lives you destroyed with Project Freelance." His arrogance was pissing me off.

"Everything I did was for the greater of man kind! Anything that went wrong with the project is to be blamed on the soldiers!"

"On them?! Do you think that South Dakota would have let her own brother die if she wasn't in the program? Would Maine have become a serial killer if he didn't have Sigma in his head? Do you think New York would still be alive if he was just normal soldier?!" I was beyond yelling, but my voice got quiet with my last question. "If you didn't destroy The Alpha's mind, would any of this be happening?"

He went silent. I could tell I had him.

"That's right. Everything that went wrong could be traced right back to you. You can never be forgiven for the crimes you committed. And you can't blame them on someone else. All you can do is just live with the guilt."

"Guilt?" He chuckled. "I have no guilt. Like I said, it's the soldiers to blame. I did nothing wrong nor am I guilty. Certain people have a harder time to see the rights of my ways." I was silent for a moment, letting his words seep in.

"Before I wasn't sure why I came to see you. Now I know." I took a deep breath. "I wanted to see the man who put my friends in that Gød forsaken canyon. I wanted to look and see what kind of a man would put all of those honest men in terrible situations and send in lethal soldiers to kill one of the teams. Then have it happen all over again like some horrible replay button. And I know, there's nothing I can do now, but keep living the life I've been dealt with." I gave the Director long stare before telling him one last thing.

"I hope you enjoy eternity in there Dr. Church." I said.

I turned on my heels and walked away. And that was the last time I ever saw the former Director of Project Freelance.

One Month Later

Well, things have wrapped up nicely. We got new bases in Valhalla, apparently they all went insane and died or something. There's a blue base that's blue, and a red base that a red. We fight every few days, and by fight, I mean we yell insulting things and shoot at random places. As for me and my love life, I've put that on hold until I'm a little less crazy, and when it's legal. Everyone else is okay now. The reds are happy, at least happy as they ever were. And the blues are just glad the whole Freelancer thing is over. As far as the logs go, command thinks Tex is dead and the extra solider is someone else, not her. Church is happy to be himself again, and to have Tex by is side. Tucker is keeps making his jokes, especially about the blue light shooting out of the base. And Caboose is, well, Caboose.

I realized something. Even though Church, the Alpha, was based off of the Director's mind, they were two different people. They were the same people, but different. Even the fragments were their own person, whether they were good, evil, or just went with the flow. Church made different decisions, better even. He didn't let all of his anger and sadness define him. All of the fragments are in the hands of the government now. Except for Church of course, who as far as command goes, is a regular human being.

You know, even after all of my crazy, I'm actually happy. Sure, we'll be stuck here until command needs these bases for more official purposes, courtesy of the UNSC. We were recognized as heroes for taking the Project down, AKA, for being stupid enough to take them on and survive. My heart goes out to all the lives lost in the Project, but my life goes on. There are better days coming, when the sun sets and after it rises. Well, not here. The sun never moves here.

"Hey c'mon!" I heard Church yell from the top of the base.

"What?" I yell back.

"Command sent us a new vehicles. We're going to test them out on the Reds!" Church replied.

"The Reds only have jeeps! We have motorcycles AND tanks!" I heard Caboose yell from somewhere else.

"Okay, I'll be right up!" I yelled as I ran out the other side of the base.

You know what? Even if I am dead, this isn't that bad of an afterlife. And if I am alive, I'm going to make every second count. My life means more to me than ever. It doesn't matter why I'm here.

Red vs. Blue

The End

That's all folks! Maybe one of these days if an idea strikes me or if you guys give me an idea, I'll write another extra chapter. For now, it ends here. I'd like to thank all you lovely people who read the story from beginning to end. I never really felt like it was a good story, but those of you who put up such kind comments, I'm very grateful. I'm pretty sure if not a lot of people liked it, I would have deleted the story. But, I carried on due to the friendly users of FanFic. And for those who gently critiqued me, I learned a lot from that, so thanks. And finally, for all of the Red vs. Blue fans out there, thanks for your support and for watching the show. It's going to be a sad day when the show is over. But, life goes on. Thank you all and have a great night.