A New Me

This is one of those ideas that just seem to buzz around in your head until you write them down. As always, I am solely responsible for the content of this story and any mistakes are my own and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. If you like what you read, please feel free to leave a comment and be sure to vote, like and follow me. Thank you.

I could hear the beeping and all the people talking loudly, God I wish they would shut the fuck up and just let me rest for a few minutes.

'He's crashing start 2 units of O neg and prep the O.R. Type and cross match for 12 units type specific.'

'Pulse 156, Reps 34, B.P. 80 systolic, skin cold and clammy. He is getting cyanotic.'

'6 through and throughs, diminished breath sounds on the left, deviated trachea, he has a collapsed lung.'

'We'll tube him in the OR, let's move people.'

'Clear the elevator, let them know we're on our way up. Have them prep a thoracotomy and an abdominal tray. Okay we're moving people, let's go.'

'Call Xray have them meet us in the O.R. I want a full chest and spine series.' 'When you type and cross do a full chem 7 panel too.'

'Make sure they have a chest tube set up standing by.'

'He has 15 holes in him Doctor, 9 are nonvital, 4 below the waist.'

I could see the lights flash by as faces bobbed in and out of my line of vision and could hear someone yelling for people to move, all the noise kept waking me up. Why the fuck wouldn't they just let me sleep, fuck I was tired. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

'Hey, hey, hey wake the fuck up soldier, no sleeping aloud, name, rank, serial number, unit.' My eyes popped open, and I tried to look around but just couldn't seem to move my head. 'UUUUHHHHAAAAHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKMMMMMEEEEEEE.' I screamed out as the pain hit and I tried to clamp down on it yet again. 'UUUUHHHHHHHH SSSHHHHHIITTTTTTT THISSSSSSSS FUCKEN HHHUUUUURRRTTTTTSSSSSS.'

'Focus troop, focus, name, rank, serial number, unit. Come the fuck on focus troop.' I heard as a male face took up my field of vision. 'Focus on me troop, think.' He told me.

Focus? fuck that, all I wanted was to go to sleep and just rest. My last mission had been a bitch, and I was tired as hell. 'Uuuuuuhhh... Keil... James... Sargent... 7th ODST... RT Reaper.' I gasped out and the fog cleared, and I remembered us getting hit. Fuck we had stepped into a hornet's nest, and they had lit our ass up like a Christmas tree.

We had immediately returned fire as our armor gave us some protection, but they had had heavy weapons and that really fucked us over badly. We had given as good, as we had got but there were just more of them than us. We managed to take a sizable chunk out of them, nevertheless. I remember the RCT dropping in and pulling our ass out.

We had hit out target and had been moving to our evac point when we got hit. We had blown the shit out of the orbital control center that had been in charge of the antiship missile platforms in orbit. We had ghosted in, the stealth pods had opened at 60 miles high, dumping us out and then burned up. 7 days in those pods is something I don't recommend for anyone who doesn't love tight places.

'Hang on James we're going to get you home just hold the fuck on for me, okay?' The face said and we stopped moving but I could tell we were going up. I heard the ding and then the lights started flashing again. Fuck this shit, I was going to get a bit of sleep no fucking matter what happened. My body had finally run out of steam. 'James... James, wake up come on fight James. He's crashing...' Was the last thing I remember hearing, God it felt good to finally rest.

'James, James, open your eyes for me James. Move your fingers. hey, wiggle your toes for me.' I heard and tried to get my body back online. I finally managed to crack an eyelid open and started looking around, I needed to figure out where I was. I could hear the beeping and hissing of several machines. 'Doctor, his right eye.' I heard a female voice say. A male face filled my vision, and he started talking. 'James, I'm Doctor Stewart. I'm the guy that reassembled you. You were on the table for 10 hours, and we had to give you 5 doses of nanites including a new experimental kind. Your body is going to need time to rest. You've been asleep for a week now, we had you in a medical coma to help your body heal. Don't try to do too much right now okay. I need you to get your strength back. We've contacted your Command, and they sent your files to us, is there anyone we can contact for you to let them know you're alive and going to heal up? anyone at all?'

'Anyone?' that thought hit me, I didn't have any family left. They'd all been killed on Kickman 3 when the Confed's raided us, I was the only one alive as far as I knew. I'd been gathering wood to carve out in the forest when we had been hit. I had been 10 and it wasn't unusual for me to do this. I'd heard the ships scream in and then all the firing at the settlement. By the time I'd managed to get back they were gone and all I could find was dead bodies of my friends, family and neighbors, several buildings were on fire and an eerie quiet was all around me. I don't remember much about that time but when the Fed rescue team had landed on our emergency beacon, I was all they had found.

I managed to slightly shake my head no and closed my eye.

'James, James can you open your eyes for me please?' I heard a female voice and slowly pried them open. 'Hey there blue eyes good to see you're awake again.' She said and I noticed that I could see a bit more. I was sitting up somewhat, and I didn't feel the tube in my mouth. There was the sensation of breeze in my nostrils, I felt like an Assault Cruiser had run my ass over then backed up and done it all over again a few times. Just to be sure the job had been done correctly.

The nurse stuck a straw in my mouth, and I lightly sipped in the nectar of the Gods. Okay it was just plain water but to me it was heaven. My first couple attempts at speaking had come out as meager croaks and coughing fits. If you've ever had broken ribs or chest surgery, you'll know that what I'm going to say next is the god's honest truth. Coughing launched me into a brand-new orbit of pain that had me praying for death to come and take me just to make it all go away. 'How... long?' I asked with a raspy voice. 'You've been asleep and healing for 12 days now James.' She told me and held the straw to my lips again. I managed to drink about half the glass and just doing that wiped me out. 'Tired, hurt.' I managed and just closed my eyes yet again to get a little rest.

'James, would you like to try a little something to eat today?' The nurse asked as I once again pried my eyes open. The sun was shining in the window and there was a tray of food sitting on the small table across the bed. She picked up the Jello and spooned a little into my mouth. God, it tasted good, considering it had been nearly a month sense I had had real food. I managed to eat all of it and drink a few glasses of juice. 'The orderly will be here shortly to take you to PT James, try not to swing at them this time when they're helping you stretch.' She told me and made a few notes in my record then took my hand again. I started to get a headache again, it was almost like I had this need to take over, I really didn't understand it.

It had been 22 days sense I'd been shot to shit, and I had recently found out that of the 10 of us that had gone in, I was the only survivor. To say it was a kick in the balls was a gross understatement. I had been told that I was welcome back to ODST whenever I got out of the hospital. The doctor came in and looked my chart over. 'James, considering what you looked like when you came in, I'm impressed that you've made it this far.' He said and looked back a little more and shook his head. ' Do you have any idea how close you were to dying just 22 short days ago James?'

I shook my head and tried to stretch some, I was very stiff and still hadn't gotten back all the range of motion that I used to have. 'I knew I was pretty fucked up Doc, my suit was telling me that and kept injecting me with different meds to keep me going.' I told him. He just looked over at me like I had lost my mind. 'James your primary and secondary emergency med injector packs were completely empty. The RCT medics and doctors kept you going by giving you 2 doses of nanites and several courses of stim drugs until you hit the Cruisers med bay.' He told me and sat down in the chair by my bed. 'What do you remember about that James? what do you remember about being in the Cruisers med bay?'

I sat and thought for a minute or two, but I really couldn't remember anything about it and let him know, I had barely any recollection of heading for surgery. We talked for the next hour about what had happened, and I asked if I would be able to return to duty. He looked me over and told me that I had heal up first, I told him it was a deal. He got up to leave just as the orderly came in to take me to my next torture session. I now had a goal to shoot for, time to sweat and hurt some more.

5 weeks later I was standing there breathing hard after finishing a 5-mile run and a PT work out. I had taken over 90 minutes to complete the 100 push-ups, 200 set ups, 100 pull ups and then the run. For me this was just barely passing the pre training entrance exam for ODST. The full workout was designed to work every muscle group in your body. I was dripping with sweat and breathing like hell, I seriously needed to get back in the grove.

I walked into the locker room and stripped down then headed for the shower to get clean. Walking out my head torturer was there and stopped me then ran a scanner up and down my body a few times. 'Eh, not bad for nearly dying two and a half months ago.' She said and then took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it a few times. 'Not bad at all.'

I clamped my large hands around her head and gently pushed down, she sank to her knees as though her will to stop me no longer mattered and opened her mouth. I sank my cock into that hot wet tunnel and began to face fuck her like there was no tomorrow. She let the scanner drop to the floor and reached up to my tight ass and pulled me in deeper as she tilted her head back and forth a few times then slid my hard shaft into her throat.

FUCK ME, that felt GLORIOUS. I proceeded to piston my hips back and forth making sure to get a full stroke each time. She gaaked and spit out and then tried to get a breath in between each stroke I shoved down her throat all the while looking up at me as if I were a god. I simply growled when my balls started to boil and I short stroked her then pumped her stomach full of my man cream, I pulled back after the first large spurt to allow her to taste me.

This bitch purred and I could smell her lust as a large wet spot started to grow in her scrub pants. I'd been thinking of watching her squirt for me and from the looks of the wet spot she'd done just that for me as though she was my slave, and I was her master. I saw her eyes go twitchy for a few seconds then her body seemed to relax even more as I finally stopped cumming and slowly started to pull my cock free of her cream filled hole.

She opened her mouth and showed me the fruits of my balls; I smiled at her and caressed her cheek. 'Good fuck slut.' I told her and caressed her throat then wrapped my fingers around her neck. 'Swallow bitch.' I said and tightened my hand. I could feel her muscles contract as she did so then opened her mouth to show me that she'd done as I'd commanded. 'Good mutt.' I told her then patted her head.

I helped her up and then went to get dressed, she came over and knelt next to my locker, her head down, I finished dressing then stood looking down at her. 'Are you on duty tonight?' I asked. I'd been informed that I had been promoted to 1st lieutenant, so my being seen with her outside of the hospital presented no problems. She told me that she was free, I just smiled an evil little smile.

I told her that we would be going out tonight and what to wear, also what time I would pick her up. 'Leave now and I'll follow you soon after slave.' I told her and then reminded her to make sure she took a few seconds to check herself over before she left the area. I didn't want anyone looking to hard at me and my new ability.

I headed for my room over at the BOQ and changed into civilian clothes then headed to my last appointment of the day, I sometimes hated to go through all these hoops they had me jumping through, but I needed to keep playing the game and after 6.5 years of being in, I was good at covering my tracks when I did something that wasn't quite on the up and up.

Besides I was still learning about my new power and not only how, but who to use it on, and like all new things a smart operator took his time when learning about a new weapon.

And here I leave this story, but I assure you a part 2 is coming. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and you have a better New Year. Be safe out there and don't drink and drive.