Wanted : A MiniCat Fanfiction

Chapter 14 ~ The Crazy Old Woman

Tyler POV:

"This one or this one, Ty?" he asked.
Z rolled her eyes, sitting in a chair next to the clothing booths.
"You take too fucking long to shop." I laughed under my breath, looking at the shirts.
"But... Which one's better?" Craig asked me.
Z groaned and stood up, walking over to Craig and grabbing his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She was starting to take his shirt off.
"Z?!" I asked.
"He's trying them on, dumbass. If he doesn't he'll take another god damn year." Z said to me.

Craig POV:

My shirt was about to be tooken off in the middle of a store. I blushed and stuttered.
"Z, can we at least go to the dressing room?" I asked.
She sighed.
"Come on. I'll show you which one you look better in."
We both turned around to head to the booths.
"Z! Hell no. You're not going in a clothing booth with my boyfriend." Tyler told her.
She laughed and winked.
"Don't worry, Ty, I'll make sure to cop a feel while I'm in there with him."
I blushed again and Tyler probably rolled his eyes but he let it go.
The two shirts I was choosing between was a black one and a red one.
"Strip." She said in the small room when we walked in.
"W-What? This is awkward." I told her.
She laughed.
"I can make it more awkward if you want. I can snag a makeup palette and make it look like I gave you a hickey on your neck just to piss him off."
I looked at her.
"Why do you hate him so much?"
She paused and shook her head.
"Because he's never changed."
I looked up at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing." she said as I took my shirt off.
I looked at her.
She wasn't even trying to look at my face when she spoke to me, yet she did. She didn't look down at my body or anything awkwardly.
She nodded and I took off the red shirt and put on the black one.
"How are you, like, looking at my face so easily. You're not being difficult or even you know, glancing down." I asked her.
She looked at me.
"Respect."
"What?" I asked.
"Respect. I have respect for you. I wouldn't do something that would make you uncomfortable." she said.
She then looked down.
"I like the black shirt better though. Black is an amazing color."
I nodded.
"It is. But it technically isn't a color," I said.
She looked at me, confused.
"It's a shade." I told her.
"Shade...?" she asked.
"You know, like white, gray, black. They're shades." I told her.
"Oh... Yeah..." she laughed, nervously.
"...Z?" I asked.
She looked up.
"Yes?"
"You didn't know what shades were?" I asked.
She sighed.
"I never finished school. I was pulled out when I was separated from my family. I've wanted to finish... But you can't just have a murder go to school, right?"
I smiled.
"I'm sure you're an excellent student."
She smiled, too.
"You know you can call me Samantha, right? When we're alone, at least. I don't want the others knowing my name."
I shrugged.
"I didn't have permission yet. Respect." I laughed.
She tilted her brows at me and smirked.
"Means I wouldn't do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable."
She laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Let's get out of here before your boyfriend comes for us."
She opened the door and we walked over to Tyler.
He'd already bought his clothes.
He was also wearing black.
Another suggestion by Z.
He was wearing a black shirt with black jeans.
I was not wearing a black shirt with ripped black jeans as well.
Z, well, of course, was equipped with her weapons, vest, coat and hood, all black, the only thing you could see was her skin if she lifted her hood.
And she did.
"Hello." the cashier said.
"Hello. I'd like to buy this clothing." I said.
"What items?" he asked.
"Two black men's jeans, two black men's T-Shirts." I said.
He nodded.
"$25.38." He told me.
"Here." I handed him twenty-six bucks and told him to keep the change.
We walked out of the store and Tyler looked at me.
"What, Ty? Mad that I gave your lover a bj real quick in the dressing rooms?" Z smirked.
Tyler stepped near her, madly.
"Kidding, Tyler." she laughed and pushed him.
I blushed and laughed as he put his arm around me.
We started walking to the place Tyler was talking about.

Z POV:

Tyler was fucking nuts.
Yes, I knew what he was talking about.
Melanie Schmitz was the owner of a haunted ground.
A huge Willow tree was meters away from her house.
Pieces of poisonous Ivy hung from the leaves.
The history of the tree was extremely dark.
It was told that a murderer had lived in the old abandoned shed a mile away from the house. He'd only appear at night. His hooks and saws and murder devices were stored there, and whenever innocent children or adults would come by, they'd see them.
It was told that it seemed as if they were hallucinating.
The murder would chase them through the "forest", another hallucinating feeling, and when he's find them, he'd saw them in half and rip out their organs.
He'd then hang them up in the tree using the Ivy and every night they would become visible and March down the tree when he needs them, assembling into his own army.
Like zombies...
I thought the story was awesome and wicked, but Tyler thought it was stupid.
Melanie believed it, she'd said she had been the only one to escape.
She had called the police multiple times, but they called her insane and ignored her.
She now lived alone in an abandoned little cottage that used to have green grass, a tire swing in the tree, and a huge garden...
All of those things had perished over the years.
And nobody goes near her house anymore because of "The Crazy Witch," so she was lonely.
And ridiculed.
But Tyler had told us that she was one of the sweetest women he'd ever met.
I hoped he was right.
After all, we were really close to her house now anyway.