Murderville - Audrey Jensen

Chapter 17 - Truth

(Warnings : retelling of an intense and violent attack, death, blood, some sad vibes

Word Count : 1667

Song : Landfill, Daughter)

Vicki sat next to her cousin on the couch in his work, sipping at her coffee as she watched him work. She wasn't really paying attention, and had no idea what he was doing, but it only seemed polite to act interested. She was finally gonna do it. As soon as everyone left she was gonna tell them her story.

The truth.

Her fingers tapped against the cup, eyes glazed over as they stared at the screen. The killer was right, there was no point hiding from her past, even though it was less than pleasant.

I'd rather be a truthful monster than a closeted sinner.

It was time to finally let go of some of the words trapped inside her.

She was snapped out of her daze as a body literally dropped on hers. She held her drink very carefully as to not spill any on the girl now curling up on her thigh.

"Superman wears a mock turtleneck now" Audrey stated, as if it was reason enough for her sudden involvement. Vicki reached forward, placing her drink on the table so she could play with the girl's hair. Audrey stared up at her with happy eyes, enjoying the attention.

"Ugh! Don't even get me started" Noah groaned "I mean if they ever put the Hulk in bike shorts, I'm officially done"

"Oh, but they're so stretchy"

"Physics wise it makes sense" Vicki agreed.

"Hush" Noah stopped them both, making Audrey giggle "Hey, take out your phone"

"Okay" she did as she was told, slightly confused.

"Now download the language arts homework from the school server"

"Why?"

"Please trust me"

"Fine"

Vicki watched in confusion, wondering what he was up to.

"Done" Audrey nodded, before sitting up suddenly "What the what?"

Now on Noah's computer screen was live footage from her camera.

"You're the NSA" Audrey looked at the boy in amazement and slight fear.

"That video of Emma looked like it was from a webcam, so I Tron-ed my way into the root directory and I found some pretty nasty malware. Let's you access webcams, security systems, phones"

"And it's all attached to our language arts homework?" Audrey frowned and the boy nodded "Mr Branson?"

"I know I joked about that, but, really?" Vicki added.

"The only teacher who still lets me talk in class" Noah sighed.

"So Branson hacked people's webcams and Nina kept the files?" Audrey hypothesised