Chapter 11:

"Karen?!" Mysterion was relieved. Not only had Michael Jackson's spirit left her body, but Karen also saw what everyone else had seen all along.

"W-what was I thinking?" Karen's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She looked at the floor too ashamed to face her guardian angel. "Why would I want to be friends with them? Vamp kids are fucking lame!"

"She's mortal now." Vampir and his friends went back to his birthday celebrations. "Let's go watch the puppet show."

"It's okay Karen." Mysterion reassured her that everything was okay. "You know I have to ask. Why would you want to be friends with those losers?"

"I just wanted some friends. I don't really have any and I never get invited to birthday parties. My older brother Kenny. He's my best friend, but he's always too busy to hang out with me." She explained sombrely. Karen was just a lonely little girl who wanted friends who would accept her for who she was. She felt sorry for her. She knew what it was like to be lonely.

"Oh." Mysterion realised he hadn't been spending much time with Karen. She wondered why Kenny didn't tell his little sister that he was her guardian angel. "I'll have a talk with him. I'll make sure he spends more time with you. I promise."

"You know…" Henrietta put her arm around Karen. "If you were Goth you wouldn't care about friends."

"W-what would I have to do to be Goth?" Karen looked up at Henrietta with admiration.

"It's easy." Henrietta passed Karen her cigarette pipe and actually smiled when Karen rook a drag from it.

"Will you teach me all the cool Goth stuff like witch craft?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Goths aren't enthusiastic." Henrietta reminded her. "But, yes. I'll teach you witch craft and how to curse your enemies."

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"What the fuck?" They were about to get the bus back to South Park when she noticed The Coon had ordered more food than one person could eat. It was an insult because she was starving. She ran out of the mayor's funding and hadn't eaten in three days. He had three plates piled high with quesadillas, enchiladas, burritos and nachos topped with chilli. The Coon inhaled his food and her face turned bright red with rage. He was at Casa Bonita with other people, had enough food to feed ten, sat at the table stuffing his face and didn't bother to offer her or anyone else for that matter anything on the plates set in front of him. She eyed the burritos hungrily. Her mouth watered. She wanted to snatch one off his plate.

"Are you going to share Fat Ass?!" She was hangry. She felt the hunger induced rage deep in her soul. She wanted to punch The Coon in his flabby face. It wasn't fair.

"Don't bother Kitty." The Shadow pulled on one of her arms as they were leaving to get the next bus back to town. "Sharing is not a word in Fat Ass's vocabulary. He won't give you anything."

"We had to pay a weekly fee back when we were Coon and Friends. Before we walked out on The Coon and Friends franchise and formed The Freedom Pals." Mysterion explained.

"Get your own bitch! You have a meal ticket!" The Coon didn't look at her. He continued shoving food down his flabby face hole. It pissed her off.

"I have no money!" She shrieked. Her face bright red with rage.

"Sand in your vagina or are you on your period?" He patronised her. She said nothing and screamed in his face. Mysterion, Karen, Henrietta and The Shadow backed away from her.

Her stomach growled loudly. She didn't know how much more hunger she could take. "Fucking share! Don't be a greedy cunt!" She shrieked.

People surrounding them gasped at her use of bad language. She didn't care. She was Australian. It was a commonly used word among kids in Blacktown and Australia in general. Especially in the houso community.

"Chill out ho!" The Coon put sauce on a burrito and gave it to her.

"Kitty no!" She turned her back on him when Mysterion tried to snatch it from her.

"Don't eat that!" She didn't understand why they were warning her away from food.

She ignored their warnings and ate the burrito. She wished she could afford to eat at Casa Bonita. She wanted to have a full meal instead of just one burrito. She had the feeling that The Coon wouldn't give her anything else if she demanded it.

"I needed that." She was relieved from hunger until her stomach clenched and gurgled.

"K-Kitty?" Mysterion, The Shadow, Karen and Henrietta were nervous as she sat on the floor and put her head between her knees.

Her face turned green, her stomach twisted in knots, gurgled uncomfortably, and the cramps were unbearable.

"Looks like you need a bathroom bitch." The Coon smirked and shoved nachos down his gullet.

She whimpered in distress. He was right. She needed a bathroom badly. "W-where are the bathrooms?!" She cried desperately.

"Think you can make it?" His smirk became wider as the bathroom was way on the other side of the restaurant. He pointed them out to her.

She groaned. Her stomach knotted and cramped. She wished she'd listened to The Shadow and Mysterion when they told her not to eat it. Her mouth still burned from the hot sauce. "Oh God!"

She ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn't know if she could make it in time. Embarrassment overwhelmed her. If she shat herself at the restaurant she'd never live it down.

"You're the little cat hero." An excited citizen blocked her path and she stopped in her tracks. She was just outside the ladies room.

Normally she was happy to talk to people and sign her autograph when they asked, but this was not the time. She couldn't hold it in much longer. She needed the bathroom. She could hear The Coon's hysterical laughter reverberating around Casa Bonita. "Oh God!"

"C-can I have your autograph and a photo kid? For my daughter." Now was not the time for this. She hoped he wouldn't mind if she relieved herself first.

"Please? I need the bathroom." She begged him to listen to reason. She'd sign his piece of paper later.

"Come on kid. This'll only take a minute." She knew she had fans. People talked about her often. She hated the pushy ones and this bloke was pissing her off.

"Get out of my way!" She shrieked, pushed him over and fled to the ladies room. There was no time to be nice. She tried that and he wouldn't listen to her.

The man was unimpressed. "Gee! What a little bitch!"

"I heard that!" She shouted at him from her stall.

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Mysterion and The Shadow pulled The Coon from his chair and pinned him to the wall. "What did you put in that burrito Fat Ass?!" Mysterion demanded angrily.

"Nothing." The Coon giggled. "She just can't tolerate Mexican food."

"What did you put in the burrito Fat Ass?!" Mysterion shook him and demanded answers. Rage filled him. He wanted to hurt The Coon badly.

"Just some laxatives and a little hot sauce." The Coon laughed hysterically. "Serves her right for trying to copy my brand."

"She didn't do anything to deserve that Fat Ass!" He shouted in The Coon's face as his right hand curled into a fist. "She's a cat! It's not the same fucking thing!"

"That was a dick move Fat Ass!" The Shadow's fingers curled around the handle of one of his daggers.

"Fucking bitch copied my brand!" The Coon shouted in his own defence.

He asked Henrietta to check on Kitty while he and The Shadow remained behind to teach The Coon a lesson.

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"This is going to take a while." She replied as someone knocked on her door. Why couldn't they just use the other stall? It was vacant.

"Are you okay in there bitch?" It was only Henrietta.

"It fucking hurts!" She cried in distress. The hot sauce burned. Henrietta passed her toilet paper when she asked for it because there was none in her stall. "Can you show me how to manipulate fire so I can fucking burn him!"

"Sure." Henrietta agreed to teach her witch craft. She was starting to like the Goth girl.

"I'm going to get that fat dick if it's the last thing I do!" She screamed in agony. She hoped she could get it all out of her system before they got on the bus. It wasn't a quick ride from Casa Bonita to South Park.

"I'll show you voodoo magic." Henrietta's promise made her feel a little better.

When she was sure she had finished and the agony had subsided she went to confront The Coon. She knew she had to deal with him sooner or later and there was no time like the present. He embarrassed her by feeding her laxatives and hot sauce and he'd violated innocent cats for his own gain. He had to pay.

"You son of a bitch!" She pushed Mysterion and The Shadow out of her way. He was already bruised and bloodied as they'd obviously hurt him. She warned him. She had to warn him. "Don't fuck with me!"

"Try and use my signature move and I'll shred you ho!" She wasn't scared of him. He pissed her off. Instead of clawing his face she kicked him in the balls. Hard. She screeched and the cats still in the restaurant lunged at him. People surrounding them – including her new friends – laughed at his misery.

"Why don't you put hot sauce on those scabs? It'll make you feel better!" She snapped bitterly. Before Casa Bonita staff could kick her out for not having a meal ticket and bringing her cats into the restaurant she and her cats disappeared in a puff of smoke.