Wanted : A MiniCat Fanfiction

Chapter 13 ~ To The Damn Store

Tyler POV:

"We're here."
We'd stopped in the city, stepping out the car.
Craig looked around curiously, standing beside me.
I looked at Z.
"Z? Where are we?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Vancouver."
I nodded.
"Never got used to the looks of this city, ya know? My friend, Melanie, lives here. I haven't been here in years, though." I sighed.

Mini POV:

I looked up at him.
"How long did you know her?"
He looked down at me.
"From the time I was seven until I was nine. That was when our family moved... They said the house was creeping them out. Something about it being haunted. But Melanie still lives here. She said she would never leave."
I nodded.
"How do you know for sure?"
"Her dad's buried there." he sighed.
I frowned.
"That's sad..."
He nodded.
"We're walking from here." Z told me, grabbing a small backpack.
"Why?" Tyler asked her.
She looked at him.
"Are you fucking stupid? They're looking for this car. They find the car," she said, adjusting a strap on her backpack and then looking up.
"Then they find us."
"So we're just leaving the car here?"
I asked.
She nodded.
"Why not?"
"It'll get a ticket." Tyler told her.
She looked at him and started laughing.
"It's stolen, dumbass. I didn't buy the car so I'm not paying for the motherfucking ticket." she rolled her eyes, still giggling.
I silently laughed to myself.
"Are we gonna get disguises?" I asked.
Z smiled.
"Naw. Don't need them."
"The police are looking for us and you're-" Tyler laughed.
"We don't need them, fuckboy. Fuck the police." Z said, pushing him a little.
I smiled at Tyler.
He rolled his eyes.
Walking through the alleys, I noticed there were a lot of people. Some of the routes we were taking were completely abandoned, though.
Z walked through them with ease, regardless with some men looking at her, them being clothed in a sheet of darkness as she was.
She'd covered up with her hood, hoping they wouldn't discover she was a girl. That would've given us trouble.
We were walking through a shadowed alleyway when a man stepped in front of us.
"Hello."
Z stepped back, astonished.
"Es yoi."
She was speaking in code. Or a made up language or something, but he started speaking in English.
"Valle." he said.
"Shour vo vant tou?" she spoke, harshly.
"Talk to me in English, bitch. One thing I want." he told her.
"Des thows dise notang. Touce moin afrens ou eŕ perisheé."
She spit in his face.
"What is she saying?" I asked Tyler.
He shook his head.
"I don't know. She must've been taught this before I was brought in."
"They know nothing? Nothing about what? That you're gang owes us big time? That we saved his life..." he accused her.
She bit her tongue.
"They are not in this. I swear, you lay a fucking finger on them," she grabbed his neck and pulled him forward.
"You won't have any left."
Another man pulled her to him, pulling down her hood. She kicked him but he pulled her closer, her stomach against his.
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" she screamed.
"You will make a fine addition to our little party..." he smiled.
A man behind the big man, the one who first walked up to us, pulled out a pistol and aimed at us.
"Where's the payment?" he asked.
I held my hands up and Tyler stood in front of me.
"We don't know who you are." he said.
The man laughed.
"The Banana Bus Crew owes us money. And if that cheapskate Evan won't give us what we deserve, we will have to take your lives instead."
The man holding Z pulled her vest off, now lifting up her shirt as two other men made their way.
I held Tyler's hand, ready for the bullet in our head to come.
We were silenced by the man that was holding Z falling over, stiff as rock.
His blood oozed onto the ground from the back of his head, the same place where there was an arrow stuck in his skull.
Z hit the man holding the pistol upside the side of his head with her fist, knocking him out, and she grabbed the pistol, pointed it at the last man, and a second later, spots of blood were stuck to our shirts.
Z put her vest back on and loaded her new pistol.
She casually walked over to us stepping over the bodies.

Tyler POV:

"Why'd you take so long this time?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Kinda hoping before I did anything that he'd misfire and hit you in the face with a bullet, be kinda funny to see your brains splatter everywhere." she mused laughing.
I rolled my eyes.
"Weren't you supposed to be heading home now?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Hell no. I'm staying. I may be pretty damn mean, but not mean enough to leave Mini in the hands of a brainless fuck like you." she laughed.
A girl jumped from the top of the nearby building and Z yelled at her real quick.
The girl had a crossbow... She must have been the shooter.
"Hé, Marrissa! Jow ejé dune!"
"Job well done." she translated and smiled.
The girl smiled and waved and disappeared again.
"Let's just keep going." I told her.
She smiled.
"Since we got 'red paint' on you guys' shirts working at the construction center building a new house today, we'll have to go shopping." she laughed.
I nodded.
Craig laughed and sighed.
To the damn clothing store it is.