Comatose O.D.

This story, being my first, is dedicated to my dear friend Love Hina Addict, whose real name I shan't mention. Thank you for your support, and thank you for being a good friend. I owe you one

DISCLAIMER: Hi. I don't own anything to do with Darker Than Black.. Nor will I ever. So yeah, enjoy my story.

For some time now, Li Shensung had been living life as any normal contractor would. Except.. This feeling of emptiness and longing to belong deep inside, something most contractors would never experience, was eating him on the inside. He wanted to know why he could feel emotions, and had no obesience. It made no sense. He never had to pay a price, and he could feel sorrow, love, joy, anger.. Granted, most contractors could feel them, but not as passionately. Why? Why was he so different? And why did he have such an overwhelming conscience about him all the time? These questions were left unanswered for some time.

Release in the world of the living was out of the question. He had to find some sort of escape, and so, in a final attempt of ridding himself of his burden that is life, an overdose of Heroin seemed quite befitting. This end would not suit him, nor would the organisation be too pleased with the Black Death committing suicide.

The time of exasperation was upon him, as he took the syringe in his hand and jabbed the needle into his arm. A feeling of disappointment swept through him as he slowly injected the hazardous fluid into his body. A deep pain, coursing through his veins like a razor blade, caused his heart to pump harder, then slower; once more harder, to a point where he could feel the pulses in his head and imagine his brain pulsating in his mind, and then so soft that he felt like his heart wasn't even beating at all. His veins felt like they were transporting battery acid around the body. A cold sweat formed on his brow, and as he took a last look at the derelict building he had somehow managed to end up in, he realised that the release he had been searching for could have been easier to reach.. Too bad it was too late..

Several hours later, he awoke in a hospital bed, fully dressed in his black trench-coat and mask. How was this possible? Who could've possibly found him in that abandoned death trap? By the looks of it, fate wasn't through with him yet. Suddenly, a calm, soothing yet somehow sinister voice began to talk to him.

"Hey there.. Wondering how you got out alive? I bet you are..." asked the voice maniacally from nowhere.

"Who are you?! Why did you save me?!" Li shouted, as he tried to remove his mask, only to find it glued to his skin.

"Don't be so foolish." laughed the voice "There's no way you can take me off."

Suddenly, Li felt his eyelids widen, and felt the mouth of the mask as it uttered it's next few words.

"You should know better than to try and screw with the organisation. They weren't pleased with your decision. So they had me attached to you. Now they can control you, and control you they shall."

Li couldn't believe his ears. He tugged and yanked at the mask, only to find there was no way to take it off. It's manic laugh now somewhat of an annoyance, he charged an electrical shock of immense proportions, only to find it immune to the high-volt charge.

Instantaneously, Li become an unwilling puppet, and collapsed onto his knees. His body turned limp, and to his demise, he couldn't stop himself. He was unable to take control of his body, and so let out a shout of aggravated pain. His body was now under the control of his mask, and he was unable to do anything apart from watch.. A truly terrible fate...

A way out? I think not. When has a drug ever been the way out? Li will have to learn this the hard way..

And there you have it. Chapter one of Comatose O.D. Complete.

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