Screwed Up.
Summary: When the police of Capeside find something truly horrific, the consequences for Pacey and Doug bring them closer together than ever. WARNING: Violence and torture. Do not read if easily shocked/scared. Much Doug angst.
Disclaimer: Dawson's Creek and any of the associated characters do not belong to me.
Doug sat with his back against the cool, brick wall, shaking. Pacey crouched down beside him, his expression worried, " Dougie?" He asked, softly.
There was no reply. Pacey sighed and sat down next to his older brother. He settled himself for a long evening out on the cold streets of Capeside, with the last person he had expected to spend the evening with. When the police had forced their way in, Doug had been on point, at the front. Seconds later, Pacey had seen him come stumbling out and round into the alley beside the house. He had rushed round to find his brother, pale and shaking, being violently sick. As he crouched by his brother, Pacey tried to reassure himself that it was all right, but he also knew that it took a lot to shake Doug so badly that he wouldn't even talk. Pacey had no idea what it was that Doug had seen in that house, and he had a feeling that he didn't want to know. He also knew that he needed to know if he was going to help Doug to deal with it. He stood up, " Be back in a minute, Dougie." There was no response from his brother apart from a short nod.
Satisfied, Pacey strolled out of the alley and over to his father, Sherrif Witter, who was standing near on of the police cars, and talking hurriedly on his radio. He stopped as soon as he saw his younger son approaching.
" Pacey?" He asked, shortly, " How's Doug?"
" Not so good, dad." Pacey said. He paused, then asked, " Dad, what's in there?"
His father shook his head, " I can't tell you Pace."
" Dad, I need to know. I can't help Doug if I don't know." He paused, then said softly, " And we both know that the only person Doug would ever accept any help from is me."
Sherrif Witter regarded his son silently for a moment, then came to a decision, " Okay Pacey, but if you think you can't handle it, then tell me, okay?"
Pacey nodded, slightly scared.
" It was supposed to be a simple raid, we weren't expecting to actually find something. You know what it's like in Capeside, we never do. Unfortunately for your brother, we found a young girl instead. She had been badly beaten and slashed. She was practically shredded, Pacey." He voice took on an almost frantic tone, as if he couldn't get the words out quickly enough. Almost like a confession. As the head of the law enforcement in Capeside, he took his job seriously, and probably blamed himself for the death of this young girl, believing that he should have been able to prevent what had happened there. " She was rotting, Pacey. It was... " He trailed off, because, as Pacey had realised, there were no words to describe the horror that Doug Witter had stumbled upon in that house.
Wow- I can't believe I actually wrote that! I never write horror, I've never been particulary good at it, but I think that came out pretty well. Read and review- pleeeease! Sorry the first chapter's so short- think of it as a prologue and hopefully it will leave you wanting more.