The Many Ways To Kill Dawson:
Chapter Six

"So what do you think?"

"I think it is absolutely amazing Joey! Seriously! What does Pacey think? How does he feel?" Jen exclaimed in delight.

"Pacey's excited! I mean he's really hyped up about it. It's so very, very adorable. He's even started buying diapers and toys in preparation."

"Oh my gosh!! That soon??"

"Yea I know! I mean it's not like we're going to be needing any of this stuff any time soon."

"True but before you know it the time will be upon us." Pacey sauntered in on the girls' conversation. "Which is why I am trying to be prepared. I want this to turn out absolutely perfect you know. It's not something you want to screw up. So what do you think of this toy?"

"Oooooh!! I love it!" Jen gushed and squealed, "I can't believe you guys have decided to be parents. This is just too good!!"

Joey and Pacey beamed at Jen's approval.

Behind the corner hidden from the sight, Dawson Leery paled in horror. This could not be happening. He walked forlornly across the darkening streets of Capeside, back to his home and into his room.

"Everything's changed." Dawon's confided to ET, "Joey's pregnant with Pacey's child. That bastard!!" Dawson sighed once more, "It looks like from now on it's just you and me and my films."

He hugged the ET doll close to his chest.

"Dawson." a voice whispered.

Startled Dawson sat up. There was nobody in the room! He shook his head and decided he was hearing things.

"Dawson."

The voice came again only this time louder.

"Dawson, Dawson."

He looked around and stared in astonishment as Dawson realised his ET doll was talking to him. ET was alive!

"Ohmigod!! You can talk! Now it really can be just the *two* of us!"

ET removed itself from Dawson's embrace and telekentically floated the camera tripod across the room.

"You want us to go make a film?" Dawson asked eagerly.

ET smiled.

Its fingers grabbed hold of the tripod and rammed it into Dawson's chest. Slowly, painfully. Metal breaking through tendons and muscles.

Dawson yelled in pain.

ET ignored Dawson. Slowly removing the tripod before ramming it in again, at a different angle. Blood splurted out. Red liquid as the tripod situated itself between two rib bones.

All Dawson felt was pain and the horror that ET was killing him. He felt himself being ripped apart. Each tab not only a physical wound but an emotional wound.

"No! No ET! No!" Dawson managed to wheeze out, blood seeping out of his mouth as the tripod found a position in Dawson's neck.

Each breath was painful. Dawson's body convulsed, numb with the intense pain. Agony, slow agony and his mind did not let him lose consciousness. Instead he felt each thrust of the tripod as entered and re-entered his body.

Still gurgling with blood and death at his door Dawson tried to mumble a plea of help but the words did not come. Instead his mouth opened and closed like a stupefied fish.

ET got up, ignoring the dying Dawson and began to write a note.

Later that day Joey, Jen and Pacey entered the room only to be confronted with a bloody mess.

"Ohmigod!" They gasped.

"Look there's a note!" Jen exclaimed.

Pacey took the note and read it out loud:

"Dear friends and family,

I could not bear the thought of Pacey and Joey being pregnant. I could not live with it so I decided to kill myself. Also my films suck.

Dawson."

"Strange," Joey announced, "Who knew Dawson would get so worked up over mine and Pacey’s Halloween costumes?"

"Well at least he finally admitted his films suck." Jen commented.

The trio left the room.

ET smiled. The magic of Halloween had come early today.