Dominique Gibson

An Orman’s Revenge – Part of the Truson S.E.T. Series

She hated to depend on Ford for anything, but Mandy knew she didn’t have a choice. She needed him. Mandy wasn’t ready to transform yet. She wanted to enjoy a nice, long shower and maybe a good meal before falling asleep in a nice, cozy bed.

She didn’t want this. Ford was right, she bore the image of a half-whale. She was a monster. Knowing the transformation was moving faster by the second, Mandy opened the door before it took hold. She grabbed onto the wall and hopped down the stairs, hearing sounds of laughter.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, man. Sometimes these women can be a trip dude.”

“Yes, they can be.” Ford said. Who was he talking to? Who was he talking about? The transformation was growing stronger. She needed help. She wanted it to stop. She didn’t have time for mild trepidations.

She needed him now.

During the transition from the bathroom upstairs to the living room downstairs, she lost her footing and collapsed on the floor with a loud thump. Mandy looked up to see Ford and an unknown man race to her aid.

“Is she transforming?” the man asked as he tried to scoop her off the floor.

“No–wait, she can’t be transforming like this. It’s too soon,” Ford said. The man lifted a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“She transformed twelve hours ago–” Ford cut off his sentence as he lifted her to his chest. The heat radiating through his body sent a wave of emotions through her. She felt her stomach tingle at the close interaction.

“Why? Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Yes. Apparently, the Animan Three-Hundred is working against Mandy. It’s only been twelve hours, and she’s transforming again. We need some Binosil so we can reverse the transformation.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s lying down on the couch and transforming quickly. I would strongly advise you to get over here right now,” Ford said.

“I will be there soon. In the meantime, keep Mandy calm. If she does transition before I’m able to take care of her, I’ll save her after the transition is complete. Do you know if she’s in any pain?”

Ford studied her. The shape of her face and her legs were transitioning. “I don’t know for sure.”

“What’s she’s saying dude? How do we stop the transition?” Stin yelled. “If we don’t get out of here, she’s going to die.”

He paused. “You need to put her back in the ocean.”

“Stin’s right,” Dr. Madison said. “Just let the transformation happen for right now. I’ll probably have to figure out another way to get to her underwater.”

“But it’s only been twelve hours. If Mandy keeps transforming, her human side won’t be able to handle it. There has to be another way,” Ford replied.

“Ford, she’s getting closer to her full transformation. We’ve got to get her out of here if we’re going to carry her to the ocean.”

Ford focused his attention on Mandy. Stin was right.

“Ford, can you please do what Stin and I are asking of you? We know you’re the boss, but can you listen and trust my judgement for once?” Dr. Madison pleaded.

“You’re right. I need to send Mandy back to the ocean. I’ll touch base with you soon.” Ford hung up and inched his way toward Mandy. “You grab one side, I’ll grab the other. We need to hurry before she gets too heavy.”

Stin nodded. He scooted his hands under her backside and lifted one side of her body off the couch. Ford held onto her legs for additional support and carefully walked over to the door.

“Great, how are we going to get her–”

“Swtich sides with me.” Stin and Ford moved in the opposite direction. Ford stared at the door and searched the room.

“To the ocean?” Stin asked. Ford hated to put Mandy down. If they waited too long, she would turn into an orca and die within minutes.

“I have no other choice. If I don’t get Mandy to the ocean soon, She will die. I need to get her to the water as safely as possible.” Ford stared at the doorknob and used his powers. This has to work. Thoughts of setting the doorknob lose flooded his thoughts.

“What are you doing, dude? We don’t have time for this. She’s transforming, and here you are trying to test your powers?”

Ford continued concentrating until he saw smoke coming out the door. Just a few more seconds…

“Dude c’mon, we have to–” The doorknob slipped off and landed hard on the floor, interrupting Stin’s comments. Still holding Mandy in their arms, they both carried her down the stairs and out into a light snowstorm. Ford was grateful to be an Orman when it came to these types of conditions. The Animan Three-Hundred was able to alter their DNA to survive extreme weather temperatures like the ones they experienced now.

“She’s getting heavier, dude. We have to put her in the water.

“It’s not looking too good.”

“Put her down,” Ford said. “Stomach first. It’ll be easier for her to float when her body touches the water.” Ford and Stin carefully laid Mandy down. Her body formed into her alter ego the moment the water hit her. Soon she floated onto the ocean and disappeared underneath. Ford wasted little time getting undressed while challenging his alter ego come out full force.

“Hey man, I love you but not like that!”

“Stin, I have to follow her to see if she’s safe. You’re more than welcome to join me if you like or you can stand there like an idiot. It’s your choice.” The blood mixed in with his supernatural strength took force.

“Naw man. I think I should go back to my students. They’re probably waiting for me right now.” Ford and Stin gazed at the massive building that looked about as tall as the Willis Tower on a snowy slope. Ford wanted to protest but decided now wouldn’t be a good time to argue and dove into the water.

Hmmm, interesting. Who are these secondary characters in the story? What is their connection to Ford? Will Mandy’s life be over? Find out in the next episode of An Orman’s Revenge.

Binosil: A liquid medicine used to stop the human-animal transformation whenever it is too dangerous for a human to transform.

Dominique Gibson.

Part of the Truson S.E.T. Series

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***

Mandy decided to bury her feelings and try to meet Ford halfway by catching up to him. Their footsteps echoed against the black and white tiled floor as they stepped into the enormous kitchen. The stove, sink, and refrigerator were side-by-side but allowed enough room for lots of active movement. In the middle of the kitchen was a huge marble table that stretched from one wall to the other.

It reminded her of an ER stretcher.

“You can make yourself comfortable by sitting wherever you want,” Ford said. “I’m going to start cooking.”

“Fine,” Mandy said. “Well, can I at least get settled first while you are making dinner? I have a funny feeling I’m going to be staying here against my will for a while.”

“Sure. I guess I can give you that option.” Ford paused. He thought about how wrong it would be if she were left alone. She’d already hinted at escaping, and there would be too many opportunities for just that. There had to be a way she could stay in the cabin without the chance of her escaping.

Ford grimaced. “Come with me please,” was all he could muster. He swiftly moved past her and bolted up the stairs. He glided down the short hallway until he reached the third bedroom at the end. Ford turned the knob and pushed open the door. As soon as they stepped inside, the lights flickered on.

Mandy flopped down on the bed and stared out the window. She could hear Ford enter the room but chose to ignore him, never taking her eyes off the moonlit waters crashing against the white crested snow. She remembered how good she felt after the transformation process ended and decided she needed to take a shower before settling down to eat dinner with someone who she hardly knew.

Mandy rose to her feet. “If you will excuse me, I’m going to take a shower. It’s been a very long day, and I’m going to need plenty of rest after the horrible ordeal I went through.” She went past him and found her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

***

He couldn’t believe what he saw.

There, perched on a bed was a woman with flowing red hair and eyes that glowed like green crystals on a winter’s night.

Although he wanted to hear the conversation between the familiar woman and the unknown man gleaming in the moonlight, Lex Stevenson knew better than to get involved in someone’s personal affairs.

Not yet anyway.

“I want you to go to the island and kill someone.” His father’s words echoed in his ear. The words faded from his mind. He squinted at the couple for a few more minutes before he decided to drag his backpack towards him. He grabbed his binoculars to get a closer look.

He stared at the woman again. It can’t be her. She’s dead. He remembered how upset he was when the police came to the door and told him the news about Mandy. His father shed tears about Mandy’s death and how sad it was that her life had to come to such a horrible conclusion.

“It had to be done,” Lex remembered the words so clearly. “We needed the money to survive. She had to die.”

Now his father was the fool.

Lex shook his head. He didn’t want it to be true but had to face reality–Mandy Stevenson was alive and well…

***

Mandy fluffed her hair in the mirror before taking off her clothes. The comments Ford made to her were enough to send her clothes flying across the floor. Electricity surged through her body. She needed to be careful. She didn’t want to set the whole place on fire like she did last time.

She took a couple of breaths and smiled as she thought about how she handled herself. She may have lost her memory, but she was smart enough not to let a man get the best of her. She was no pushover, that was for sure. She certainly wasn’t going to give Ford or anyone else permission to treat her like crap.

Not anymore. Her mind replayed images of a young woman being slapped and flying across the table. She didn’t understand who it was, but it kept coming until she turned on the faucet and stuck her hand under the cold water.

She thought about the images. What could they have possibly meant? Did they hold any value to her identity? And if the woman she saw in her flashbacks was beaten up by someone, what wasn’t she able to stop it in time? The questions kept flooding her mind as she put one foot down in the tub. She quickly got in and put her hair under the shower.

Mandy collapsed against the wall and tried to regain her balance, but her body failed her. The water she’d hoped would soothe her consciousness ended up being her worst enemy. It stung like icicles. Images kept popping faster than before.

A man drowning in a vast pool of water. A little girl who didn’t look any older than fifteen or sixteen running towards the beach.

“Don’t run in the water. You will get killed.” The woman’s voice repeated itself.

Mandy kept hearing a buzzing sound as the woman’s voice got louder and louder. Her body started vibrating. Flashes of light danced out of her fingertips and onto the tub.

Who was the girl running towards the water? Could it possibly be her? The images of the man drowning in the pool and the woman that told her not to run in the water looked oddly familiar. Could they have been her mother and father? Mandy closed her eyes and said to herself she was okay, that it was all just a horrible nightmare that would eventually go away. She kept her eyes open.

“Okay, relax. These are just stupid dreams, none of them mean anything,” Mandy told herself. The familiar rush went through her body. She needed more water. Panicking, Mandy got out of the tub and stared at the mirror.

Black and white patches deepened her features and covered her face. There was a small bump forming on her forehead. Her legs pressed together like a glue. She tried her best to pry them open, but they wouldn’t budge.

She was transforming…again.

It seems like this story is taking a deeper turn than we realize. What is going to happen next when it comes to the Truson S.E.T. series when it comes to Mandy and her transformation? Find out in the next episode, episode nine of An Orman’s Revenge.

Dominique Gibson

Part of the Truson S. E. T. series

Note: This is chapter Three of An Orman’s Revenge

Knowing he couldn’t wait too long for the elevators, Ford bounded down the stairs, hoping to catch her before she ran out the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found her outside the door, puking. Ford pushed it open and saw how pale her face looked when she gawked at him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned out.

“I’m sorry. I wish this transformation was easy for you.” Mandy bolted upright.

“Just leave me alone. You can’t possibly understand what I’m going through.” She grimaced. She hunched over and waited until the contents in her stomach landed in the snow.

“Actually, I do know what you’re going through. I was much younger than you but not as young as my students when I transformed,” Ford said. He walked to where he was within reach before he squatted down.

“Yeah? How old were you?”

“Well, I died when I was in my twenties. Like you, Dr. Madison found me washed up on the Hawaiian shores and decided to fly me back here to the Island of Truson.” He stood up before extending his arms. “The great Island of Truson.” Ford put his arms down. “This is the place where Dr. Madison brought me back to life as an Orman.”

“Half-human, half-orca,” Mandy said. She put her hands on her knees and exhaled.

“You may not know this, but the name ‘orca’ is the scientific word used to describe what we usually call killer whales.”

Mandy nodded. “Right. So how did I become an Orman? I didn’t ask for this. Why did Dr. Madison choose me for this stupid experiment? Couldn’t she find someone else?”

“That’s the first thing that came to mind when I found out who I had become. I didn’t like it. Who would want to have a killer whale as an alter ego? That would mean spending some of my time in the water. Why would I want that kind of life?”

“Right,” Mandy said, lifting a brow.

“But then I quickly realized that after Dr. Madison explained it, that there were criminals who are also sea animals. They have existed since the Egyptian days. The federal government tried to shield them from making contact with humans for years. They were successful for a while, but within the last twenty years or so, the government decided that keeping them a secret was a bit harder than they realized.” The wind suddenly picked up speed. Snowflakes that fell from the darkness tangled with the wind, stinging her face. Ford reached for Mandy.

“I have to take you inside before it gets too cold. May I walk you to my cabin?” Ford asked. Her light green eyes peered back at him. The sensations she felt the night before bubbled inside again. She felt the tingling sensations flowing through her veins when she had her hand on his.

***

Ford pushed the feelings out of his mind, but his body was saying otherwise. His alter ego gave him a slight nudge, letting him know he was alert and ready to be out whenever possible. He kept telling himself it was just physical, that after the training and finding the information he needed on who killed his wife, Mandy would be able to leave and go back to the life she wanted, knowing how to control her power when it came to her emotions.

“So, what happened when it became too much to handle?” Mandy said. Ford felt the snow invading his boots, trickling into his socks.

“The federal government decided it was time to take action. They were very successful capturing the Ormans but weren’t very smart about keeping them in jail or imprisoning them on the island.

“They needed to escape so they could transform into their other side to survive.” Ford dug into his pockets to look for his keys.

“This is where you’re staying?”

Ford glanced at the cabin before he went back to searching for his keys.

“Yes.”

“Wow,” Mandy said.

“I know,” Ford replied. Where were his keys? He wrecked his bratin trying to remember when the last time he saw them. He eventually wrapped his fingers around something in his pocket.

“How long have you lived here?”

He flipped the keys into his hand and used his fingers to separate them until he found the key he was looking for and opened the door.

“Ten years.”

Mandy stepped inside. She caught sight of how beautiful the cottage was and inhaled. Crystal chandeliers full of sparkling real diamonds and jewels hung from the ceiling. The room had a mahogany couch with two small square shaped pillows with unusual patterns of triangles and squares spread throughout the fabric. Mandy stepped closer.

A few inches away from the couch was a small cocktail table made entirely out of glass. Mandy bent down and carefully glided her fingers along the smooth surface.

“You must really like the way it’s decorated,” Ford said, locking the door behind him.

Mandy shrugged. Her eyes focused on the glass, her own reflection staring back at her. Flashbacks of a little girl in pigtails invaded her thoughts,, causing her to lift her hand off the table.

“Are you all right?”

Mandy straightened herself up.

“Yes, I’m fine. You have a beautiful table here.” Mandy turned to see a widescreen TV spread from one side of the wall to the other with a huge fireplace underneath. “How long did it take you to decorate?”

“A couple of months.” He paused. “Would you like something to eat? You must be starving after the experience you had.”

“Uh…no thanks. I think I’m just gonna lie down for a while.” Mandy walked a couple of steps towards the stairs but came to a halt when Ford stationed himself in front of her, blocking her from her destination.

“I think you should have something to settle your stomach. It’s been two days since you’ve eaten anything. You need food to build your strength. Come with me please.” He turned and led the way into another room. “Are you coming?”

“No,” Mandy said. “I’m tired. I just want to lie down.” Mandy proceeded to the stairwell. “Which one of the rooms are vacant?” Mandy waited for his response. Her stomach growled.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe your stomach is telling you otherwise. If you stop being stubborn and actually listen to what your body is telling you, you won’t have any more problems.”

“Don’t you mean if I listen to what you’re telling me?” Mandy sassed. “I’ve only known you for two days, and I’m already starting not to like your attitude.”

“Same here,” he replied. “Your stomach is growling, I can hear it. You need food to keep up your energy. I’ll fix you something to eat. Come.”

Mandy wanted to protest, but her stomach didn’t. She needed her strength if she was ever going to get out of this place. She had to agree with him on that. Plus, he was holding all the cards to her identity. She needed to know who she was and why Dr. Madison picked her to be an Orman.

So many questions. Not enough answers.

There’s still more to come in this story. Find out what happens in Epsiode eight of An Orman’s Revenge.

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He knew who it was and shifted his weight against the wooden frame. After three tries, he finally managed to push himself inside. Smoke and burnt ashes invaded his face, causing him to cover his nose and mouth. He scanned the room.

She had to be here somewhere.

He was relieved when he saw Mandy crouched in the corner, shielding her face from the smoke by putting her head in-between her legs. He scooped her up in his arms and bolted out of the room. In the hallway, he found his best friend, Stin Vanderson, heading in their direction.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked. His eyes cut from Ford to Mandy. He placed a hand on Ford’s shoulder to get his attention. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine.” Ford stared at her. “She’s just a little shaken up, that’s all.” Ford tore his eyes away. He knocked down the door. Half of the room had been engulfed in flames. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I need to get in there before the room is completely destroyed,” Stin said.

Ford nodded. Stin galloped into the room as the students came up the stairs. Ford gained control of the crowd while a massive gush of icy winds enveloped the room, dousing the flames within a matter of minutes.

Damn, Ford already felt guilty about leaving Mandy alone in the room without supervision. Now his students had to come and see the damage left behind. What the hell was he thinking? Why did he let her get to him to the point where he stormed out of the room, leaving her alone for someone to come and rescue her?

He shook his head.

There was no time for self-pity. He needed to know what happened and to find out who was responsible for it.

“Mandy?”

She stared at the wall, not moving, not even to blink her eyes.

“Mandy?”

Finally, she blinked and focused his attention on him.

“Yes?” she asked. Ford saw the fear before her light green eyes flicked into a bright blue halo.

“What happened Mandy? Who did this to you?”

The halo quickly disappeared.

“Mandy, I know you’re upset about last night. I get it, but you need to tell me what’s going on.”

Tears trailed down her freckled cheeks. “No–no one tried to hurt me,” she said. “I got upset and ripped the pillows.” She sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

A gush of wind blew on Ford’s skin. He shivered. He knew what that meant. Stin was using his powers of snow and ice to fuel the flames. The wind was an indication that the entire room was an icebox , and no one was allowed in unless they wanted to get frostbitten.

“Then I grabbed the cover from the bed. I tried to swing it to the other side of the room. That’s when it happened,” Mandy said, breaking Ford’s thoughts.

“When what happened?”

“I set the place on fire, Ford. I nearly destroyed the room!”

Mandy stood up.

“What did you guys do to me after the accident? And what is with these terms I don’t understand? Mandy inched closer to Ford. “Tell me the truth. I need to know everything.”

***

Ford could have gone on and on about someone trying to murder her. Or he could have gone a different route and told her about who she was, what kind of life she led from childhood until she married the worst man on Earth. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He knew what he needed to do.

He rubbed her shoulders.

“I know this is hard for you to understand, but I’m not the enemy here. We need to start trusting each other. The only way we can do that is if you do as I say,” Ford said. “I won’t be able to save you from yourself if you don’t.”

“What does that mean?” Mandy scratched her head before she massaged her scalp. This whole situation scared her. She didn’t know what was going on or what she was doing. How could she possibly set an entire room on fire? She was losing her mind. She needed to be someplace safe, away from the chains and the machines holding her back.

She just wanted to be alone. Her thoughts slowed down as Ford rubbed her back.

“I will explain everything to you, I promise. Just not here. There are too many people around. I need to take you somewhere safe.”

“Hey, it’s Mr. Mayfield!” Someone yelled. Ford smiled as his students gathered around him and gave him hugs before some of them noticed Mandy standing next to him.

“Who’s she?” One of the students asked. Never removing his hand from her back, Ford tried to inch her forward to no avail.

“This is Mandy, one of the newest members of the Truson Super Elite Team.”

Some of the students said hi.

“So, Mr. Mayfield, when are going to start teaching us again? We miss you, man.” The male student put a hand on his shoulder.

“I will be teaching you guys very soon. For right now, I have to make sure my friend Mandy gets well-adjusted to her new life as an Orman.” He paused when he saw Stin strolling toward the door.

“Whew. That was some fire,” Stin said. “Do you guys know who did it?” Mandy didn’t say a word. She couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. Weird sensations rocked her entire body as she replayed what happened again in her mind. None of this made any sense. She could feel the tension squeezing at her throat.

She needed air. If she didn’t get out of here soon, she was going to have a panic attack.

“Yes. It will be taken care of, don’t worry about it,” Ford replied and showed his pearly whites to Stin and the students. “As much as I would love to chitchat on this issue, I think Mandy may be feeling a little ill. I’m going to take her someplace where she will feel better.” Ford’s eyes landed on her. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, please get me out of here.” Mandy walked down the hall while Stin and Ford stared at each other.

“Mandy, don’t go too far please.”

Stin looked past Ford’s shoulder. “Uh…you might want to go after her dude. She’s already ahead of you.”

Ford’s head turned down the hallway. Dammit, he did to again. He let her escape from his sight. What the hell was the matter with him?

“Ford?” He heard Stin and a few of the other students call his name, but he was far too busy searching for Mandy. His heart raced. Blood rushed through his veins. He thought about the possible scenarios if she were ever to escape the island.

He could afford to let that happen.

Uh-oh! Mandy has escaped and Ford has lost track of her. Find out what happens next in Epiosde Seven of An Ormna’s Revenge.