The Break Up by Melissa and Tammy Part 1 in the Series
Disclaimer: No, we don't own DC. We don't mean to imply that Joey really commits acts of violence. Oh, and the last scene, with Jen; got it from Tekken 2. Gotta love that game.
Scene: Dawson's bedroom, after the Homecoming Dance
"Joey, what's happening to us?" Dawson asked. "You seem so distant…Then you kiss Jack McPhee. Why do you treat me so crappily?"
Joey flopped on to the bed dramatically. "It's like this, Dawson: You make me so happy."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Yes, it is! Don't you see? I'm the martyr, Dawson. Nothing can go remotely right in life, or I won't have a reason to whine and bitch. I can't let someone make me happy. I have to make myself happy first."
"Can't you have both? Why don't you let me make you happy, while you learn new ways of pleasuring yourself?"
"You don't get it, do you? It's over, Dawson. Damn you for making me so happy!"
"Wait, you're breaking up with me because I made you happy?"
"Yes!!! If you made me miserable, I could at least whine and bitch. But no, you got to be so damn accommodating, so damn nice. Damn your sensitive soul! Because I finally have you, I have no reason to be a bitch to Jen and Pacey. And do you know how much I enjoy making them miserable? More than life itself."
"But, Joey, I love you!"
She stood up. "You think I care? It's over, Dawson. I hope this sucky and unfair treatment teaches you a lesson. Never, ever attempt to make a woman as happy as you did me!" Joey reached into her pocket and pulls out a butcher knife, and waves it at Dawson threateningly.
"Uh, Joey, put away the knife. I'm getting scared."
"You're being nice again! You're going to pay." Without warning, she plunged the knife into his chest. She gave it a hard twist, cracking his rib cage open. Dawson collapsed to the ground.
Joey stood over him and admired her handiwork. "Nice job. I didn't even puncture your lungs. And your heart; still in one piece. Good." She drew her arm back, and plunged the knife into Dawson's still beating heart, ripping it out of his chest. She studied the heart for a second, then knocked it into the carpet. With one high-heeled foot, she stepped on it as hard as she could. Then she stepped on it again. And again, until his heart was smashed into smithereens.
When she was finished, Joey took off her shoe, and delicately wiped the blood off on Dawson's shirt. He was long dead. "If you were a real man, you'd still be alive. You'd be able to survive my rejection. But not you, Dawson Leery. You're too much of a wimp." She straightened her dress and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Oh well. Guys are such a bitch anyway." She climbed down the ladder, and ran across the lawn.
Dawson sat up slowly. "Ha ha, you think that's where my heart is? Good thing it isn't there. I feel with this!" He grabbed his crotch. "Damn, she really hacked me up. Bitch!" He grabbed the replica of Joey's head and threw it on the ground. "Wish that was you, c*nt!" Then he collapsed to the ground, dead.
(One Year Later)
Scene: The Cemetery
Jen walked past the headstones, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She was looking exceptionally hot, wearing a short, black dress, a jacket, and knee high leather boots. She paused at one headstone, and placed the flowers by it. The headstone said: Dawson Leery, 1982-1998. She stared at it, remembering.
Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. She whirled around, whipping out a 20mm from her thigh holster.
It was Joey, carrying a bunch of flowers.
Jen had never hated anyone as much as she hated Joey. A week after Dawson's murder, Joey had been arrested. But she was acquitted at trial, pleading justifiable homicide. (He had made her too happy, darn it!)
Jen pointed the gun at Joey. But Joey shook her head, looking at Dawson's grave. This was not the time to resolve personal differences. Jen acquiesced, and walked past her, smiling slightly.
