Noah Jackson

Noah Jackson is Axl Jackson's brother and a character from Arbitrary Slaughter, written by BlackfeatherWarriors.

Noah is Axl's legal Guardian, who forgets he's a brother, not a dad. He is more fortunate when it comes to making friends than Axl is. He loves making breakfast and reading good books. He tries to be supportive of Axl and Oliver's relationship, even though he doesn't quite understand being gay. He tries to at least, for example he stayed up researching all about just so he could talk to Axl about it, except he never did.

He's always there for Axl and it always seems like Axl treats Noah poorly because Noah tries desprately to find Axl a therapist, even though he insists he doesn't need one anymore.

Noah is overlooked in the series.

Here's a short part of Arbitrary Slaughter

“What did you use to kill Craig Laurens and James Evans?” A man in an all black suit demanded. A small table separating him and a young person in an orange jumpsuit.

“I’ve told you hundreds of times, it wasn’t me.” They cried. They cried seeking his sympathy if any, as a last resort.

The man kept the same, stoic expression. “Rowan Vanderbilt,” He grumbled, sorting his papers. Records of suspects, Rowan’s being at the top of the small stack. Their file was thin, thinner than the others with the little information they had on them. “You were the only one there, you have no alibi for us and your lawyer has to scrape up something excusable to defend you with.” He explained, cupping his hands over each other on top of his stack of files and paper. “When you go to court tomorrow, you’ll be going to prison for seven years, mark my word.”

Rowan nodded, holding their hands in fists under the table. “Put me in prison, I didn’t kill them. Waste your time while the true killers are right behind you. Hire as many Police Officers, Bounty Hunters or lawyers you want and you’ll never realize that it wasn’t me.” They curled their lips. “The system is pathetic.”

“That’s right.” His hand hovered over his walkie talkie.

“You think I’m insane.” Rowan laughed.

The man took out a small notebook from his suit pocket and wrote something down with a sleek black pen. “Okay, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. I’ve spoken with your parents and your lawyer.” He stood up. “You’ll stay here at the police station until then.”