Death of a Dragon
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Adult
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Death of a Dragon
Chapter 1 - Along For the Ride
The only thing worse than wanting to kill yourself every single moment of the day was not doing it because you didn't think anyone would notice
He'd thought about the afterwards part of suicide once, and once was more than enough to stop him from swallowing the bottle of pills in his hand. If he killed himself on Friday afternoon, no one at work would notice until Monday when he didn't show. Depending on the time frame, most people would probably think he'd gone on vacation or just out and out quit. A few people would call, but that was probably it. Unless he was really needed, it would probably be Wednesday or later before anyone would come by his flat. Even then it could be days more before they were worried enough to break in and see if he was there.
All in all, that was way too fucking long for his worthless, uninhabited body to be laying there starting de-comp. Sure, he didn't want to live, but it really hurt to know no one would notice. Fuck, the things that would probably be said about him! There would probably be people celebrating his death!
Being too depressed to commit suicide was simply the shittiest way to live.
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This was easy. He'd say the line about it being too easy, but he knew better. If you said it was too easy, or that things couldn't get worse, everything went to hell. He had already sailed down past the last Gate of Hell and had no wish to see if things could get any fucking worse.
Which, of course, they did.
He didn't realize he'd been shot for a moment. He just felt this blinding pain in his leg and thought "huh?". Looking at his leg, he saw the blood, but the dots weren't connecting. He got up, not knowing when he'd fallen, and collapsed again when he put pressure on his bleeding left leg.
"Oh."
Probably not the smartest comeback to just realizing that some unknown sniper shot you in the leg during the easiest mission you'd had in months, but he hadn't been sleeping well for the past few years.
A car turned a corner onto the dark street he'd only moments before been walking down. He knew he hadn't gotten lucky and the driver was not a good samaritan come to help. This part of the city was deserted by anyone except gangs at night.
"I hope they've got pain killers because this really fucking hurts," Wufei sighed as he sat up.
The car rolled to a stop next to him. A man emerged from the back seat and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Chang Wufei?" the man asked. He looked very much like a MIB, down to the pretentious sunglasses at night.
Wufei considered for a moment pissing the man off somehow, but decided against it. He really hated being shot.
"Yes. How may I help you?"
"I'd like you to come with me."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Fine. Give me a hand, then. I'm having some trouble since your associate just fucking shot me."
Wufei was surprised at what he just said, but didn't let it show in his face. He didn't think he had such an attitude before. Must be the fucking bullet in his leg.
The man did help Wufei up though, and helped him to the car. Both men were very careful about getting Wufei into the car. Wufei managed to scoot over to the other side of the bench seat without bitching out loud.
"So," Wufei said when they'd both gotten situated and the car started moving. "Where are we going?"
"My boss has taken a great interest in you, Mr. Chang. He'll be glad that you came without a fuss."
"Well, I'm hoping there's free medical involved, frankly."
"Your wound will be treated. My boss had given orders that minimum force be used unless otherwise necessary."
"So someone disobeyed by sniping me." Wufei barely kept from grinning. At least whoever decided Wufei didn't like his left leg would be in trouble for it.
"I extend an apology from my entire organization, my boss specifically. He asked you be brought to him tonight, but he'll understand the impossibility of that."
While this exchange had been going on, Wufei had been trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. He couldn't tell where they were going: were you allowed to tint your windows this dark? There were no clues in the car, and a dark window separated the back seat from the front. He was along for the ride. At least his blood was going to stain the fabric upholstery.
The only thing worse than wanting to kill yourself every single moment of the day was not doing it because you didn't think anyone would notice
He'd thought about the afterwards part of suicide once, and once was more than enough to stop him from swallowing the bottle of pills in his hand. If he killed himself on Friday afternoon, no one at work would notice until Monday when he didn't show. Depending on the time frame, most people would probably think he'd gone on vacation or just out and out quit. A few people would call, but that was probably it. Unless he was really needed, it would probably be Wednesday or later before anyone would come by his flat. Even then it could be days more before they were worried enough to break in and see if he was there.
All in all, that was way too fucking long for his worthless, uninhabited body to be laying there starting de-comp. Sure, he didn't want to live, but it really hurt to know no one would notice. Fuck, the things that would probably be said about him! There would probably be people celebrating his death!
Being too depressed to commit suicide was simply the shittiest way to live.
This was easy. He'd say the line about it being too easy, but he knew better. If you said it was too easy, or that things couldn't get worse, everything went to hell. He had already sailed down past the last Gate of Hell and had no wish to see if things could get any fucking worse.
Which, of course, they did.
He didn't realize he'd been shot for a moment. He just felt this blinding pain in his leg and thought "huh?". Looking at his leg, he saw the blood, but the dots weren't connecting. He got up, not knowing when he'd fallen, and collapsed again when he put pressure on his bleeding left leg.
"Oh."
Probably not the smartest comeback to just realizing that some unknown sniper shot you in the leg during the easiest mission you'd had in months, but he hadn't been sleeping well for the past few years.
A car turned a corner onto the dark street he'd only moments before been walking down. He knew he hadn't gotten lucky and the driver was not a good samaritan come to help. This part of the city was deserted by anyone except gangs at night.
"I hope they've got pain killers because this really fucking hurts," Wufei sighed as he sat up.
The car rolled to a stop next to him. A man emerged from the back seat and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Chang Wufei?" the man asked. He looked very much like a MIB, down to the pretentious sunglasses at night.
Wufei considered for a moment pissing the man off somehow, but decided against it. He really hated being shot.
"Yes. How may I help you?"
"I'd like you to come with me."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Fine. Give me a hand, then. I'm having some trouble since your associate just fucking shot me."
Wufei was surprised at what he just said, but didn't let it show in his face. He didn't think he had such an attitude before. Must be the fucking bullet in his leg.
The man did help Wufei up though, and helped him to the car. Both men were very careful about getting Wufei into the car. Wufei managed to scoot over to the other side of the bench seat without bitching out loud.
"So," Wufei said when they'd both gotten situated and the car started moving. "Where are we going?"
"My boss has taken a great interest in you, Mr. Chang. He'll be glad that you came without a fuss."
"Well, I'm hoping there's free medical involved, frankly."
"Your wound will be treated. My boss had given orders that minimum force be used unless otherwise necessary."
"So someone disobeyed by sniping me." Wufei barely kept from grinning. At least whoever decided Wufei didn't like his left leg would be in trouble for it.
"I extend an apology from my entire organization, my boss specifically. He asked you be brought to him tonight, but he'll understand the impossibility of that."
While this exchange had been going on, Wufei had been trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. He couldn't tell where they were going: were you allowed to tint your windows this dark? There were no clues in the car, and a dark window separated the back seat from the front. He was along for the ride. At least his blood was going to stain the fabric upholstery.