The following is a work of fan fiction for the book ’Hello Kitty Must Die’ by Angela S. Choi. It is meant to be read after chapter thirteen.
We were at San Francisco Zoo. Originally called Fleishhacker Zoo for its founder Herbert Fleishhacker. Its first exhibits, in the 1930s, included only less than twenty animals.
Sean had called me that morning and told to meet me outside my house in forty five minutes.
”Sean, I have to go to work. It’s my second day, I’m not going to blow it off.”
”Of course you’re not. Because I had a little chat with Jack the Cheater and he gave you the day off!” He sounded way too enthusiastic about that. I felt exactly the opposite.
”You did what? Sean, what the hell did you say?”
”Oh, that’s not important. Might have mentioned something about Mei and his wife wouldn’t be too happy about it. Or the police.” I could hear his grin in his voice.
”You’re seriously fucked up, you know that?” But my anger was fading away.
”I thought we established that already. Anyway, fourtyfive minutes, Fi. Oh, now it’s only fourty, better hurry up!” I started to ask where we would be going but he’d already hung up. He wouldn’t even tell me in the car. I only found out when he parked the car in the San Francisco Zoo’s parking lot.
”The Zoo, Sean? The Zoo?!”
”A change of scenery. Besides, there’s this great cat I want you to see. I think you’ll come around.” I doubted it but went anyway. There was no saying no at this point anymore.
So now we were sitting in front of the Peregrine Falcon. Sean said it reminded him of him. I didn’t disagree. ”Peregrine Falcons catch medium-sized birds in the air with swift, spectacular dives. They often sit on high perches, waiting for the right opportunity to make their aerial assault. They hunt at dawn and dusk, when prey are most active, but also nocturnally in cities”, read the info sign. Sounded exactly like Sean. It even lookd liked him, with its dangerous eyes and beak but handsome and noble looks.
”So where’s this cat you wanted me to see?” I asked while eating my breakfast sandwich he’d bought for me.
”It’s coming, be patient. It’ll be worth it. So, date with Don?”
”Oh my god, don’t remind me. I’m going on the date with him on Saturday and then I never want to even…”
”Look! There she is!” Sean cut me off.
”Who? Where?”
”There”, Sean said pointing his finger to our left. And then I saw it. A big white cat with no mouth and no claws. A pink bow infront of its ear and a bunch of pink helium balloons with its face in them in its paw.
Hello Kitty. The bitch who gave American men expectations as to what Chinese women and children should be like. No one could be unique and anything else but cute, bright and warm and happy to stay at home taking care of the children, cook and clean. The bitch.
”So if I told you to pick one for me now, who would it be?” Sean interrupted my thoughts.
”What? No. No? I mean, really? You would?” I got hopeful. It felt weird but this time the thought didn’t give me nausea.
”Anything for you, Fi.” Always thinking of me, Sean was. I nodded. He stood up.
”Great. Go home. I’ll do especially intricate work, just for you.”
”No. I want to stay. I want to see it. I want to do it.” I could imagine what I sounded and looked like. Vengeful, thirsty for the blood of Ms Kitty be drained out of her. Sean looked surprised.
”Only if you promise not to back out and do exactly as I say.”
Now I was surprised. I would’ve never thought he would take me futher than this. I stood up too and we started following the giant white dispicable feline every kid wanted to have.
Hello Kitty walked behind the bathroom stalls, out of everybody’s sight. Sean took a waterbottle and a small baggie containing three roofies out of his bag. He gave them to me.
”Do the honors”, he said.
I took them from his hand, dropped the pills in the water and walked behind the bathroom. Hello Kitty had taken off her head, and she was trying to cool herself. Her brown curly hair was wet, clinging to her neck and forehead. I walked to her with a kind smile on my face and offered her the bottle.
”Oh, thanks”, she seemed embarrased that someone had seen her like this but took the bottle with a smile, ”this costume is so hot. Especially on a day like this.”
She took too sips and offered it back to me.
”Oh no, take it, it’s no problem.”
”Thank you.”
She was nice. About seventeen years old. But I didn’t hesitate or feel bad even for a second. Her head started to wobble back and forth and the waterbottle fell from her hand. Then she fell to the ground.
Sean walked next to me and put the giant Hello Kitty head back on her. To make it look like she had died of a heat stroke. I emptied the bottle in a toilet and gave the bottle back to Sean.
Then we left. As we walked across the zoo, I felt good. I felt awesome. Better than I had ever felt in my life. Hello Kitty had died.