This is part of chapter one in An Orman’s Revenge, the first book in the Truson S.E.T. Series.
Intro: Welcome to the Truson World, a place where superhero hybrids run the Earth to destroy the criminals by protecting humanity at all costs while finding their true soulmates along the way.
Note: The First Episode is under the glossary terms.
Glossary Terms for the Truson S.E.T. Series:
The Animan Three-Hundred: A potion/Serum that mixes dead human and animal DNA to create hybrids. In this case, the Animan Three-Hundred was used to create a clan called Ormans.
Ormans: A race/clan of half-human, half-orcas that live on the island of Truson.
Island of Truson: An island that’s isolated from the rest of the world that was created by Benjamin Truson and Courtney Madison for a safe hiding place for the Ormans and other species to live on after the U.S. government declared it was no longer safe to keep them scattered throughout the world.
Binosil: A liquid medicine used to stop the human-animal transformation whenever it is too dangerous for a human to transfer into their animal form.
Alter ego: The animal side of the hybrid species that rises every twelve hours after the transformation. The only exceptions would be if their life is in danger or being injected with the Animan Three-Hundred in the first twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
Truson Super Elite Team: Half-human, half-animal superhero hybrids who are sworn to protect humans from criminals both on land and in water.
Book of Truson: A manual that contains specific information about how the Truson S.E.T. was born, starting from ancient Egypt until the present day in addition to the laws of Truson to keep the Truson S.E.T.’s powers from spinning out of control.
The Transforments: A group of orcas that was once created by Samuel Holifield as a way to retaliate revenge of the Truson S.E.T. after being kicked out of the group for killing innocent humans and Ormans combined.
First Episode: A Sleeping Woman
Ford Mayfield sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. Staring at the redheaded beauty lying a few inches away, he tapped his foot every so often to keep his feet from falling asleep. He scoffed, unable to believe that Dr. Counrtney Madison, a pharmacologist capable of bringing dead humans back to life as shapeshifters, persuaded him to train the woman who mysteriously washed up along the shores of Truson.
His island.
She knew how he felt about bringing a new woman into his daily activities, especially since it was getting close to the anniversary of his wife’s death.
There were many things he had planned for the day – one of them involved being at the Truson School for Shapeshifters, training a new set of shapeshifters who had already gone through the process of the Animan Three-Hundred and were now ready to become better Ormans. Even though it was summer on the Island of Truson, the school held classes all year round due to the painful transformation of the Animan Three-Hundred.
If he didn’t get back to his students soon, disaster would strike. Ford shook his head. All he needed was for one Orman to escape the island and attack anyone who got in the way.
And the secret society they worked so hard to create would be destroyed…
The woman shifted her weight in the bed. The chains jingled with every movement she made. Poor girl. Ford got up from his chair and inched closer. His mind replayed what happened to him when he arrived on the island while he took a couple more steps, staring at the purple and blue bruises the chains left behind.
Should I release her? He thought. She seems to be in a lot of pain. He cringed. Why did the coporal punishment of an Orman have to be so brutal?
Before he found the answer to his question, the woman jolted up from the bed, and Ford backed away. The chains held her from escaping her bed, causing her to sit in an uptight position. Ford watched the woman stare at the wall before she let out a blood-curling scream.
Taking a couple of breaths, he tried to remember what the woman had gone through before she was chained up like an animal. After being given the scare of his life, Ford somehow managed to push himself off the wall and comfort her as best he could.
“It’s okay. I know it hurts, but it will pass, I promise,” he said. Ford wrapped his arms around her, the chains cutting into his skin like ice. It didn’t help that the woman struggled out of his grasp, desperately seeking a way out of the chains that shackled her. How long is this going to take?
The woman stopped screaming and collapsed on the bed. He panicked. He knew the Animan Three-Hundred was only used on dead humans. If the woman was hollering, it only meant one thing:
The Animan Three-Hundred was working.
Dr. Madison’s words fluttered to his mind. He’s asked her why she decided to investigate Mandy’s dead body after finding her washed up off the shores of Truson, which had only been a couple of hours ago.
“You have to believe me when I say it will be worth it.”
“Worth it how?” Ford had asked.
“Let’s just say she is connected to someone you’ve wanted to see disappear for years.”
Ford massaged his chin. The only person he wanted to see dead was the one person who was responsible for his wife’s death.
“So, you got a lead on who killed my wife?”
Dr. Madison had stopped typing on her computer and spun around.
“Boss, I really can’t give you any details about this right now. I’m still working on the connection, but I will let you know when I receive more information. I just want to be sure everything is accurate okay?”
Ford had wanted to protest but decided to drop the subject.
The woman’s eyes opened and stared at the ceiling. Something stirred inside him. He’d seen plenty of women with green eyes but never as vibrant as what he was staring at right now. They were marvelous, mysterious….
Deadly.
Her eyes changed from sparkling light green to dazzling aquamarine. She only held the appearance for a few moments before it disappeared and the marvelous light green eyes that stirred his emotions came back again. Her eyes turned to Ford.
He straightened himself up and got his emotions in check while greeting the woman with a smile.
“Did you get a good night’s rest?” he asked. It was only after he said it, he realized how much of a mistake he’d made when it came to that question. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”
The woman licked her lips and swallowed.
“Where…am…I? The…lights….too…bright.”
Ford went over to the other side of the room and adjusted the lighting until it became nothing more than the reflection of a brightly lit candle surrounding the place.
“Better?”
She nodded.
Ford grabbed one of the rollaway chains near the desk on the right side of the room. He rolled the chair to the womans’ bed and sat down.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, knowing what the obvious answer was going to be, but he needed some information to report back to Dr. Madison.
“My head…my legs…burning,” she said.
“The chains are cutting off your circulation.” Ford grabbed the lock from one of her legs and held it in his palm. A spark of flame burst through the middle of his hand until he was able to unlock it and set her legs free.
Once that was accomplished, he set the rest of the locks free, and all of the chains collapsed on the floor.
The woman wiggled her toes and then her fingers. She was probably stiff as a board, unaware she had been chained up for the last forty-eight hours.
“Thank…you,” she said. She lifted her head, but it flopped back down on the pillow. “So…thirsty.”
Ford searched for anything the doctor might have left behind for her. Nothing. No cups, no water, no ice cubes, not even something to make her feel comfortable. What was Dr. Madison thinking?
She was transformed once upon a time, she should have known what a dead human went through after a transformation like this. He buried his thoughts. There was no time for anger or resentment. He needed to ask her questions about her family.
“I know you’re thirsty right now, but I need to ask some questions first.” He paused. When the woman didn’t respond to his request, he continued.
“Do you know who you are?” Ford wanted to punch himself. He quickly regained his composure and rephrased the question. “Do you remember your name?”
The woman’s eyes drifted to his face.
Ford felt his palms getting sweaty. Blood rushed through his veins. Something was tugging inside his body.
It couldn’t be…
What could Ford be experiencing? What is Ford’s Connection to Mandy? Who is Dr. Madison?
Find out in the next Episode that will be released this Saturday, June 13th for the next episode.
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