A/N: I'm back! I didn't exactly go anywhere, but it took me a long while to decide whether I should put this up or not. And I decided to do it! Anyway, this is something I just assumed would be quite fun, and it actually is. I'm actually pretty proud and determined to finish it too. I just hope people don't kill me for actually making a crossover of these two fandoms...which are both fantastic in my point of view. Sometimes. Anyway, I'll probably change the title since it's absolutely original at the moment. Enjoy!

I do not own LA Noire or Homestuck, only the insignificant OCs that have tiny rolls in this story, mainly being victimized.

"But I didn't do anything! You're- you're both insane!"

An unnerving cackle echoed off of the hollow walls of the small shack. The one responsible slammed the end of her cane down against the floor, devilish grin widening as the restrained man across from her jumped. He huddled closer to the wall, watching the shadows that concealed everything but him with large eyes.

"I can smell your lies."

The moonlight showering in from a small hole in the low roof glinted off of her smile. Her intimidating, sharp-toothed smile.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about!" He struggled on the cold floor, flinching as the tightly bound ropes rubbed painfully against his skin.

"Quit dodging the truth!" She snapped suddenly, cane rapping on the floor again.

The man's gaze flicked down to where the end of the pointed stick was just visible, along with a pair of blood red shoes. He turned his attention back to what he could see of her face. That same smile.

This couldn't be happening. It wasn't possible. What had he been doing? Walking home from a nice candle light dinner date? That was all. He swore that was all. He hadn't done anything wrong! He wasn't rich, he didn't ask for trouble, and he most certainly wasn't involved with any crimes or gang wars. So why was he, of all people, a target? Where was the LAPD when he needed them? What good was the law anyway if one can't even step out on the street without being attacked? What good was the law if someone sounding so young could cause so much trouble?

A slow, painful silence passed, and he was sure that the stranger was doing it on purpose. He was sure that she was staring him down from where she stood absolutely motionless. Sure that she was relishing in this moment. Enjoying every single second of this growing fear and suspense.

The man's breath quickened as the clock ticked on, his hands tied securely behind his back growing sweatier than they already had been before. In fact, he was a sticky mess all over, hair and suit plastered uncomfortably to every inch of him. His heart was a deafening beat in his ears.

He needed to get out. To find help. To call for it. Anything. But he could only force himself to stare, his mouth refusing to work.

Oh please God! Elizabeth, notice I haven't come home yet, call the police, please. Do anything! The thought of concealing his terror never crossed his mind twice. It was such a hard thing to do in circumstances like this. Please!

There was a loud creak from the far side of the room- so much louder in his paranoid state that the man would have leapt up from where he sat if he could. His heart skipped a beat, as did his breathing, adrenaline rushing through his veins as his eyes flitted frantically across the small space.

The female cackled again.

That noise must have caught someone's attention.

But then there was a cough, and the laugh was cut short.

The captive attempted to calm himself, a furious headache beginning to form between his temples. Of course it would be no use, but it was worth a try.

"I called them," it was the other voice.

The other voice that if he had to choose, he would choose that voice. Though it was calmer, it disturbed him a fair bit more than the female's. It belonged to a male, but a young one, with a nasally teenaged tone and a lisp. The people of this world today, what was it coming to when a couple of children were grabbing random strangers off the street for a mentally excruciating interrogation?

"Excellent!" The girl giggled almost cheerfully as she swung around on the spot, continuing to block any view of the other individual. "He's a belligerent one, but I'm pretty close!"

"You better hurry. They aren't far."

The man felt his breathing speed up again, and he craned his neck, trying to get a better understanding of what was going on in the darkness. Who were coming?

"Damn."

He swore he could hear her teeth snap together in displeasure. He shuddered.

"Way to spoil all the fun!"

The male sighed somewhat irritably, "Whatever."

His imagination was suddenly shaken with the worst of outcomes. Large men in masks pulling out guns, knives, asking for money, for his life, his family, who knew? Panic struck him and he struggled again, grunting as he squirmed on the floor before yelling out in a high pitched voice, "What the hell do you plan to do to me?"

Another uncomfortable silence swept over like a wave, and he stopped his useless attempts at freeing himself.

The girl turned.

He knew it.

The girl turned on a heel slowly. But he could no longer see that shimmering nightmare of a mouth on her face, only darkness.

"It's simple," her tone was sharp, colder than he had ever heard before. "I'm not totally sure how your courtship works, but I'm guessing lying about going to see some other pretty lady when you have a perfectly fine one at your hive isn't exactly a good thing."

His heart nearly stopped, eyes widening further, if that was even physically possible. What? How?

"There's no use hiding it. I can smell your guilt now," and just like that, it changed back into being sickly amused. "I can smell it and I bet even my partner can it's such a disgustingly strong odour."

What was she talking about? His eyes flicked nervously around the confined space again, pulling himself further under the moonlight and away from the shadows.

"But to answer your original question," she sniggered quietly.

He heard her move.

He didn't dare look her way.

"Justice."

Slightly surprised at the change of tone again, the man took a quick glance in her direction. A blur of movement passed before him and he was met with that terrifying grin leering above him, large red eyes burning into his own. She swung the cane above her head, blunt end of it poised to strike.

And then everything went dark.