His Blood Colored Hair | Albert DaSilva x Reader

On The Case

"It's a'ight. Didn't mean tah scare ya back theah," Albert says with a chuckle. I smile and laugh a bit too.

"It's fine. But wait- why are you here?" I ask, curious as to why the one and only Albert DaSilva would be here with me after I left.

"I got bored 'nd knew you'd be somewheah 'round 'ere," Albert says with a shrug before looking down at the drawing I made. "Who's dat?" I freeze up as he looks past me and at the man across the street, realizing that I was drawing that man. "Gee, Y/n/n, I think that drawin' someone like dat's kinda creepy."

Feeling myself begin to sweat, I whisper to Albert, "That's the guy who walked out of the alley two weeks ago." Albert's posture straightens, as he realizes that the man is a murderer.

"Y/n/n, we gotta show da bulls," Albert says. I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head.

"What are they gonna do, look at the picture and throw it away? We gotta get more evidence, like an address or workplace," I say, trying to think of anything I can for the police. Albert begins to think for a minute before looking at me and nodding.

"You'se right, and I'se got a plan," Albert says. I nod as a way to explain his plan. "You'se gonna follow him if he leaves, but only from a distance. And I'se'll go get the bulls tah tell them where you is. If he ends up movin', I'll shout fah yis, mainly you, and once you hear me close enough, yell fah me. I'll come runnin' ovah and the cops'll arrest 'im."

I feel my body freeze from shock at his idea.

"Wait, you want me to follow a murderer? What happens if he notices me and tries to kill me? Or if he asks why I'm following him?" I ask, whispering as to not let the man hear me.

"Hey, if he does eitha of those, say dat you'se goin' home, and ya home is in the same direction that he's headed. Besides, it's sundown. He ain't gonna think twice 'bout a goil who's walking just a couple hundred feet behind 'im. Now is this a plan?" Albert whispers. I think it over for a second before nodding. "Good."

"Wait, take the drawing. If you give it to the police, they'll know who needs to be arrested," I say, shoving the piece of paper to him. He nods and casually walks off.

I count the second, waiting for Albert to get here even though it's only been a minute. The man across the street begins to stand up, causing a rush of anxiety to run through my body. He begins walking in the opposite direction of where Albert went, and after he's about 100 ft away, I start walking behind him.

We walk for what feels like an hour, when in reality is probably ten minutes when I hear Albert calling for my name. It's very quiet and I can tell that he's too far away for me to call for him without drawing too much attention.

But the man I'm following looks over his shoulder and we make eye contact. I try my best to break away from my fear and flash him a smile, which probably looks more awkward than anything.

his eyes snap back to the pavement and he suddenly turns to a different street. I continue walking and prepare to turn the same corner, but once I do, I'm pushed against the side of a building with his hands on my throat.

"Hey, kid, why were ya followin' me?" The man asks, his voice being very gruff and deep. I feel tears sting my nose. And even though his hands aren't tight enough on my neck to cause me to die, it's still hard for me to breathe.

"I- I was just heading home! This is the way I usually walk!" I say, trying to sound convincing and scared enough for him to believe, which shouldn't be too hard as I'm already petrified.

"Then why did ya get up almost the exact same time I did?" He asks, I try to think of something on the fly.

"I lost track of time, and when I saw you get up, I remembered that I should be heading home. I wasn't following you, I swear to god," I say. Luckily, god never gave me any reason to love him, so swearing to god means nothing to me.

"I think that you'se a dirty liah," the man says as his grip on my neck tightens, making it harder for me to breathe. The sound of Albert's voice is closer than ever, causing both of us to freeze up. "Is that ya friend?"

"Mhm. He usually walks me home, but I left early, so it's probably scaring him," I lie, feeling slightly proud of my improvisation. I can almost see the gears turning in his head.

In a single moment of thought from him, his hands loosen their grip. I take that moment to kick him in the gut, causing him to let go.

"Al! Help!" I yell. The man gets back up and glares down at me, clearly ready to hurt me. But the sound of dozens of feet marching on pavement makes him stop.

Once the police turn the corner, his hands are in the air, as in a way of admitting defeat. The police run over and hold his hands behind his back, keeping him from moving as they begin to ask him questions. One officer, who looks to be the one with most authority, walks up to me.

"Good job, Y/n. You and your pal Albert here did a good deed today," the officer says, patting me on my shoulder. I feel a warm and fuzzy feeling inside because of that.

"No problem, sir. If you guys ever need any help, I'd always be happy just to be there," I say with a smile. The officer lets out a tiny smile, almost invisible, but I still see it.

"You're a good kid. Good luck with newspapes," The officer says and turns to talk to another officer, but turns back around to face me. "Wait, we have a couple murder cases that we haven't been able to solve. So if you and your pal ever want tah try and solve any other cases, just come by the station and ask for Officer Hugh,"

I nod, feeling giddy inside. The feeling is multiplied when a pair of arms wrap around my body and pull me off of the ground. I instantly know who it is, as my back is pressed against his chest.

"Y/n! You'se okay! What happened? Did he hoit you?" Albert asks, and I can practically feel the glare that he's giving the murderer.

"It wasn't anything bad, just tried to choke me a bit," I say with a shrug, hearing his heart beat makes mine beat faster.

"That doity bastard is gonna pay!" Albert says before gripping me tighter. I smile and pat his shoulder.

"It's alright, he's getting locked up, anyways," I say with a smile. Albert lets me go from the bear hug and sets me down. "Besides, I think we just got a job for the police."