Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 13

Y/N's heart raced as she looked around the club. People were just going at it right out in the open, fucking, moans echoing around the room. The walls were covered in weird, disturbing art that only added to the unsettling vibe. She felt a wave of discomfort hit her, freezing her in place. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it sure as hell wasn't this.

Noir was right behind her, silent as ever. When she didn't move, he noticed and looked at her through the dim lighting. They stood there for a moment, neither of them saying anything. Then, without a word, he reached out and grabbed her arm, not too rough, but firm enough to snap her out of it.

He started leading her through the crowd, moving with a purpose. Y/N followed, trying to ignore the things going on around her, focusing instead on the back of Noir's head. They weaved through the club until they stopped in front of a door, the noise fading a bit now that they were in a hallway.

Noir let go of her arm and turned to face her. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, were impossible to read, but she could feel his gaze on her.

As Y/N stepped into the room, she was hit by the sight of an old man lounging in bed with three girls who couldn't have been older than eighteen.

One of them was pouring drinks like it was some sick party. The man, noticing her, sneered, "Are you here for me too?"

Y/N's stomach churned. "You fucking pedo, how old are these girls?"

The old man sat up, his face twisted in anger.

"I'm VIP bitch, now get the fuck out before I-" His threat was cut off as Black

Noir emerged from behind her like a shadow. The girls scrambled out of bed, terrified, huddling in the corner as Noir moved closer to the old man.

Y/N didn't have time to react. Noir moved quickly, pulling out his dagger and slicing the man's throat in one clean motion. Blood sprayed out, some of it splattering onto Y/N.

She stood there, frozen, staring at Noir in shock and fear. The man gurgled, eyes wide in surprise, before collapsing back onto the bed, lifeless.

The girls screamed, huddled together, panicked and crying. Y/N snapped out of it and turned to them.

"It's okay, we'll get you somewhere safe," she said, trying to calm them down. One of the girls was crying uncontrollably, so Y/N knelt beside her, speaking softly, trying to offer some comfort.
Noir watched Y/N as she comforted the girl.
Her gentle words, the way she tried to ease their fears-it was different from anything he was used to. He admired her for it, in his own way. She was good with people, with words, with making them feel safe even in the worst situations. But Noir wasn't here for that. He had a mission, and it didn't involve saving anyone except himself.

He signaled for Y/N to follow him out. She looked up at him, concern written all over her face. "What about the girls?" she asked.

Noir didn't respond. He simply grabbed her arm and started to drag her out. She resisted, pulling against his grip. "We need to get the girls to the police, to a hospital. They need help, therapy-"

Noir didn't care. His mission was done. He dragged her through the club, ignoring her protests, until they reached a back entrance.

Finally, they reached the back entrance. Noir pushed open the door and pulled her through it, but his hand still clamped down on her arm like a vise. Y/N tried to twist free, but it was no use. The roughness of his hold made her wince again, and she blurted out, "You're hurting me."

At her words, Noir paused. He glanced down at his hand gripping her arm, and for a moment, it was like a switch flipped in his head. He released her abruptly, as if he hadn't realized how tightly he'd been holding on. Y/N stumbled back a step, rubbing her arm where his fingers had left marks.

Noir stood there, silent as ever, but there was something different in the way he looked at her—like he was processing her words, her pain. It wasn't an apology, but the fact that he let go showed that, in his own way, he understood.

She immediately tried to head back for the door. But Noir was faster, blocking her way, standing like an immovable wall between her and the door.

She was furious, desperate. She tried to push past him, hitting him in frustration, but he didn't budge. He just stood there, tilting his head slightly as if to say, "Are you done?"

"Fuck you," she spat out, anger and helplessness burning in her voice. Noir didn't react, just stood there, a silent, unmoving being.

She knew she couldn't get past him.