This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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My name is Sara Riley or at least it is nowadays. I am 5' 7" and 132 lbs with long black hair and bright blue eyes. I would love to give you some motivational b.s. about how I worked my ass off for this killer body but I'm not going to lie about it. I don't have to do anything and I seem to keep in exceptional shape. I'm a 36DD and yes they're real with both nipples and my belly button pierced. The only hair I've got anywhere is what's on my head and my eyebrows. I also don't look to be a day over 23 and I can assure you I am far older. Seriously, how often do you hear a woman say that? This is not the body I grew up in and I'm certainly not the person I expected to be. Let me give you some backstory so you know what the hell is going on.
I was born in January 1972 in Canoga Park, California. Yes, it's a real place, look it up on Google. I only lived there a few years before moving to Arizona where I graduated Mesa High school in 1990. Nothing too exciting as of yet I know but this story is just getting rolling. I did all the normal high school things had friends, gaming, dated, fucking girls, and the like. Fucking girls? No, I wasn't a lesbian then and I'm still not. Oh yeah, I suppose I should have mentioned it before but in high school, I was a scrawny 5' 10" gamer geek by the name of Rick.
Rick? Guy? Yes, I know you're asking yourself WTF. I've been asking the same thing for years. Ok back to the tale. Following my graduation from high school, I shipped out for sunny MCRD San Diego and Marine Corps boot camp. Yep, I was a jarhead and here is where the story starts to get interesting. Following boot camp and the school of infantry, I was assigned to Marine Barracks Guam.
The first year on Guam went fairly normal, lots of running through the jungle and going out and getting hammered on the weekends. December of 1991 I went home on leave and by the time I came back in January I was engaged to a former girlfriend. Ok probably not my best decision but in my defense, it had been a while and the pussy was decent.
Something you should know about Guam, the area I worked in we guarded weapons the military like to refer to as "special." I'm sure you can work out in your mind what exactly that means. I had been back on the island for about two weeks when things went strange for me.
It was during a normal late-night reaction drill that the bite occurred. Do I know for a fact it was the bite? Nope, not a clue but it's the only thing I can think of. It wasn't even a real bite honestly but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was the leader of a two-man patrol that we called "Sweat" and if you ever have the chance to walk around a tropical island in 30 lbs of combat gear you will have an idea where the name came from. Knowing the Corps it might have been an acronym for something but I have never taken the time to find out, really wasn't that important to me.
Once the drill began my partner and I started running towards the reported location and set up on top of one of the grass-covered storage areas in an overwatch position. After reporting in we settled in to wait, knowing this was going to take a while to resolve. Laying on our bellies we started looking around and it wasn't long before I noticed one of the local geckos just a few feet away from us. Now some people say that the glow in the dark appearance of the geckos is just the way the moonlight reflects off their skin and then some say those creepy little bastards glow in the dark. I am solidly in the latter category. I noticed that this particular gecko seemed to have a bluish tinge to it instead of the usual green and nudged my partner to show him. "Hey Smitty, check that shit out. Ever seen one of those little fuckers that color?"
"No Corporal, seen all different shades of green but blue is new to me."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." Slowly reaching out I put my hand down in front of the gecko in the hopes it would crawl up to it. I'd done this dozens of times so really didn't think much of it and sure enough, the little bugger crawled right into the palm of my hand. What I wasn't expecting was for it to crawl over to my thumb and try and wrap its mouth around it. I was more surprised than anything else as it didn't hurt but I still shook my hand sending the gecko flying. "What the fuck?" Looking at my thumb in the dark I couldn't see any blood but apparently, I missed the small nick to the side. Not that it really would have mattered if I'd seen it or not. Looking over at Smitty I saw him trying to contain his laughter after my brutal assault by the gecko. The drill eventually ended and before long we finished our midnight to four a.m. shift and crawled into our racks hoping for a few hours rest before coming off duty at 10 a.m.
Waking up that morning sucked. I had been able to get about four and a half hours of sleep but it sure didn't feel like it. My muscles were sore and I counted myself lucky to not have an accompanying headache. In truth, it felt like I was coming down with the flu and was pissed about it. After three days of being locked down, I'd been looking forward to cutting loose and relaxing and didn't want to be sick. Our relief and debriefing went surprisingly smooth for once and after grabbing some lunch I decided a nap was in order before heading out into town. I suppose had I known how long I was going to be out for, I might not have been in such a hurry.
My dreams were full of strange and bizarre images that seemed to last for seconds and hours at the same time. I remember brief flashes of seeming lucidity where I felt like I was awake and screaming only to drift back into blissful oblivion once again. The first truly coherent and clear sensation started with my ears. First, it was the steady and double beep that only comes from a heart monitor. Later I began to hear the occasional voice, sometimes distant and sometimes so close I could reach out and touch them. Before long I began to recognize the varying degrees of light and dark as the days passed. I felt as if I was trying to reach the surface as I swam through thick warm molasses. I didn't feel as if anything was in my mouth or throat but from time to time I felt as if I was being fed and my body was eating as if on autopilot.
The day I finally became fully aware and functional started far more informative than I would have suspected. I had grown used to hearing people come in and while I couldn't always fully comprehend or react to them this morning it was all coming in clear.
