Heroine (Audrey Jenson x OC)

Part 6: Paranoia

Noah's POV

"And that wraps it up! Make sure to tune in next week for a new episode of The Morgue," I said, clicking the space bar of my computer to pause the recording.

I sighed and put my hands behind my head, reclining back in my chair. It took me longer than usual for that episode.

I'm investigating a murder down in Hollywood, California, where a famous actress was killed.

I bet it was Alastor, my brain thought.

"No, it couldn't be her, she was in an asylum, and I can't even tell anyone about it, and I can't tell anyone she is living here!" I spoke to myself.

I got up from my chair and checked out the murder board.

My main suspect was a child predator named Dan Farrah, who was an actor in the Slasher movies. The police had him interviewed, but his alibi made no sense.

He said he was with his friend from 8pm to the morning, but his brother said he left his house around 9pm and came back at 11pm. Blair was killed at 9:30pm.

Dan was too calm, too nice, and too fidgety. He seemed way too chill for someone claiming they didn't kill anyone. He didn't say he didn't kill her outright, either. Mainly avoided the questions.

"Suspicious fucker," I mumbled.

"Who is?"

I jumped and turned around to see Alastor. I scowled. "Get the fuck out."

"Noah, can we please talk?" They pleaded; eyes filled with sadness.

"Why should I talk to you?" I spat.

They took a shaky breath. "Because I miss being your friend and I just want things to go back to normal."

I looked away. "Yeah, well, they won't be. You lost that three years ago."

"Noah, I didn't kill your girlfriend. Or Audrey's."

"How am I supposed to believe that?" I ran my hands through my hair.

"I don't know, but I can prove it to you," Alastor told me. "What doesn't make sense because they didn't test the forensics and everything. They just arrested me and assumed, not even thinking twice about it. They saw the footprints outside of the window and thought I came from killing the neighbors, but they didn't even match the shoe."

I was taken aback. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah..." they looked down.

"Okay, and why didn't you tell me this?" I threw my hands up in the air.

"Would you if you were accused of murder, and nobody would believe you anyways?"

"I would have!"

"No, you wouldn't have, you were agreeing with everyone else!" They exclaimed. "And then Audrey..." They started to tear up.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm sure everyone will understand after we prove you didn't kill Vanessa and Serena," I said comfortingly.

"NO!" Alastor yelled, frantically waving their hands in front of them. "We can't. We can't tell anyone I'm living here or that I was at an asylum!"

"But why? Everyone thinks you disappeared to murder more people, and they will understand-"

"No, they won't!" They shook their head. "They won't. Especially Audrey. Everyone hates me and I'm all alone."

I sighed, not knowing what to say besides, "I can help you find the killer if you want. That way you will feel less alone."

Their face lit up. "Really? You'd do that?"

"Well, if everything you're saying is true, you won't kill me and we can prove to the cops that you aren't insane," I replied.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, thank you," they said, slightly smiling. "So, when do we start?"

"How about now?"