Dominique Gibson

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

Note: This is a continuation of chapter two of An Orman’s Revenge

Ford inched closer to her. His expression told her she had hit a nerve. What she wasn’t expecting was the change in his eyes. The aquamarine suddenly turned into a fiery orange. Mandy looked closer. Flames were shooting out of his irises.

“Dr. Madison is a pharmacologist. She’s a person who likes to study dead human and animal cells, mix them together and see what results she comes up with. Although I respect her in her field of choice, she needs to realize her place on the island. I’m the boss of Truson Enterprises which includes running the Truson School for Shapeshifters,” he said.

Mandy scoffed. “That’s a good statement, but it still doesn’t explain why you’re keeping me against my will. What is it that you want from me?” Mandy watched his reaction. The expression softened, and Mandy relaxed.

Yeah, she planned to escape from this horrible place after the argument she’d heard, but she needed a plan. The last thing she wanted was for them to stop her from it.

“I want you to do what you are told and stay here on the island until I feel you are ready to leave. Right now, you and I both know you need more rest. We don’t want another disaster on our hands like last night.”

Mandy tried to remember what happened last night. She remembered the pain she felt inside her body. It was the kind of pain she’d never experienced in her entire life. Mandy also remembered Ford laying her on the snow.

“Oh, you mean almost killing me?” she said. “What the hell were you trying to do anyway?”

“I was trying to save you. You were transitioning to your orca form or what the team likes to call your alter ego. If you didn’t change inside the water, you would have died. I told you that you are no longer a hundred percent human. You’re half-human and half-orca, which is another word for Ormans.”

“It’s in your blood now. It’s part of who you are,” Ford said.

His thumb and his forefinger came together at the bridge of his nose. A part of her wanted him to just apologize for being so irresponsible and scaring her half to death. But the logical part of her thought this whole idea was silly.

There was no such thing as a human turning into an orca or any other animal he was bound to make up. She thought of the many reasons why he would make up a story, but she couldn’t find any reason except one.

“Look–” She paused. “What was your name again?”

“Ford.”

“Right. Listen, Ford, I don’t know why you are making up stories like this. There is no such thing as a human who can transform into an–orca, you call it?”

“Yes,” he said. He put his hand inside his pockets. He shifted his weight and locked eyes with Mandy. The physical intensity she felt at that moment traveled through her body.

She shivered.

“Are you cold?”

The question brought her back to the conversation.

“No, I’m fine.” She took a moment to figure out what she wanted to say. “Like I was saying, there is no such thing as a human transforming into an orca or any other animal you think of. I just really wish you could be yourself around me.” Mandy put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay. Just say what you mean and tell me who you are. You don’t have to impress me.”

Ford scoffed. “Impress you? Why would I say all of this to impress you Mandy? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are calling me a liar.”

“Well liars make up stories to suit their needs, don’t they?” Ford’s jaw tightened at ther remark.

“What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?” Mandy saw the intense look before he turned and headed for the door. No, you have to stop him. He has the answers you want. “What’s the matter, Ford? Did someone rip your tongue out?”

He paused. Mandy’s heart jumped into her throat. Dammit, she couldn’t just let him walk out the door, could she? As she wondered why her mouth wouldn’t shut up, Ford turned his head.

“No, I tried to be nice and understanding about this situation, but apparently being nice to you is getting nowhere so you’ve given me no other choice.” He paused. “You are in my care. If you so much as walk off this property, you will regret your decision.”

Ford’s eyes cut to her. “You need rest, we both do.” I will check on you early tomorrow morning.”

The door slammed behind him.

Mandy couldn’t believe her ears. How dare he tell her what to do? Wasn’t she a grown woman who was capable of making her own decisions? Mandy stormed back to her bed. A surge of electricity flooded through her as she tore the pillows in half. Mandy gripped the blanket and was about to throw it across the room when she noticed sprouts of electricity forming around it.

She bent her head forward to get a closer look, and the blanket suddenly exploded into flames. She dropped it and stomped at the orange tentaccles, hoping to stop the fire, but more sparks of electricity flicked from her bare feet. Mandy ran back into the wall.

***

Ford charged down the hallway until he got to the elevators. He couldn’t believe what happened. Him, a liar? Never. He always hated liars, especially the ones who lied in other people to get what they wanted. He had experienced the worst kind of liar ten years ago when he found out how his so-called friend decided to go after Roxanne.

It was the worst kind of betrayal he’s ever faced.

Now here he was ten years later being called a liar by a woman who barely knew him. He didn’t need to put up with this. Someone else could deal with this garbage, not him. Ford tried to remember the reason why he’d gotten involved in the situation in the first place. He searched for a clock. What time was it? He wondered what the children were doing while he was working on Mandy. Was it lunchtime? He wanted to know what they were doing and how they were adjusting to their new lives.

Just as the elevator doors swung open, Ford heard someone scream. He wasted little time speeding down the hallway, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

“Help!” Someone screamed between coughs. Ford searched for the voice and saw thick white smoke coming from under the door. With a curse, he ran to the door and placed his hands on the entrance. The flames hadn’t reached the door yet.

“Help!” The voice rang out again.

Oh no! Will Mandy escape the fire? Will Ford be able to rescue her in time before the flames hit? Find out in the next episode of An Orman’s Revenge.

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Note: This is from Chapter Two of An Orman’s Revenge, the first book in the Truson S.E.T. series.

The other side of her agreed to that decision by giving her a nudge. Mandy checked to make sure she still had feeling in her arms and legs before she sat up on the bed. She became distracted when she heard voices coming from outside the hospital door.

“You were supposed to protect her Ford. If she was transforming, you should have followed her.”

“I did go after her Dr. Madison. I didn’t know her alter ego was going to take longer than five minutes.”

“So how long did you wait before you decided to rescue her huh? Ten, twenty, minutes?” Dr. Madison asked.

“I waited until I didn’t see her dorsal fin swimming afloat. That’s when I decided to take action?”

“Do you know how much danger you put her in by waiting? She could have been easily attacked by the other orcas in the ocean, or worse, she could have been attacked by one of the sharks.”

Mandy heard silence for a few seconds before Ford responded again. “Even if she sensed any type of danger in the water, her powers would have been able to protect her. That’s what happened to all of us when you injected the Animan Three-Hundred into our bodies. Our powers naturally come out whenever we sense danger, that’s part of our nature as Ormans,” Ford said.

Mandy swung his legs off the bed and stood up. She felt slightly wobbly from the impact but she was able to grab the end of the bedframe for support. She inched closer to the door and listened to the conversation.

“You’re right, that’s part of our nature as Ormans, but according to the rules of Truson, the rules my grandfather wrote–“

“–I know about the rules, Dr. Madison. Your grandfather may have published the rules in the Book of Truson, but this is still my island. I’m the one in charge of what happens to Mandy and the rest of my team, not you.”

“Well, if that’s the case, you should act more like a boss than a bystander Ford. Whenever one of your students is in trouble, you’re always the first one to respond. Why is it so difficult for you to respond the same way with Mandy?”

“Because I would rather spend time educating my students than spend it focusing on a woman who has no memory of who she is,” Ford said.

Mandy took a few steps back from the door. Animan Three-Hundred? Something stirred inside her. How dare they keep secrets that had the potential to cause her death? And what the hell did they inject into her bones? Was that what she was strapped to a hospital bed in the first place?

Mandy went back to her bed and thought about what she needed to do. It had only been forty-eight hours since she woke up not knowing who she was. Now she was in the middle of an argument she couldn’t understand. One thing she knew for sure was that she wasn’t wanted here.

She needed to leave.

When she heard the doorknob turn, she lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. She then heard the door slam along with stiletto heels clicking against the tile floor.

“With all due respect, Mr. Mayfield, I hired you for a reason. I know that her having no memory of who she is is very difficult for you, but I am pretty sure you will be able to handle it.” She paused. “Besides, her temporary memory loss, she was able to transform into her alter ego with success. It’s already been forty-eight hours since I found her dead body washed up on the shores of this island, and she has already proven she’s capable of being an Orman and living a successful life as long as she remains on the island.”

Ford turned to face Dr. Madison.

“How many times do I need to tell you this?”

Mandy heard Ford scuffing his shoes before he continued.

“You may be a very famous pharmacologist on the other side of town, but not here. You’re not the boss, I am. I’m the one who teaches the students at the Truson School for Shapeshifters how to survive on their own after the effects of the Animan Three-Hundred. I’m the one who agreed to watch Mandy after you injected her with something you knew might not work after a short time.”

Mandy opened her eyes. A flash of ocean blue eyes stared at her. “If you will excuse me, Dr. Madison, my new student just woke up from her long transformation and I would really like to get started. Good night Dr. Madison.”

“How dare you dismiss me like this?” She snarled.

Ford broke contact with Mandy and cut his eyes toward Dr. Madison.

“Good night Dr. Madison.” Dr. Madison squinted at Ford.

Mandy felt a tremendous level of tension as Dr. Madison stomped her way out into the hallway. The door slammed behind her, causing Ford to give out a nervous smile.

“How much of that did you hear?” he asked.

“Enough for me not to trust you ever again.” Ford scratched the back of his head with his finger.

“You do know you have no other choice but to trust me, don’t you? You can’t leave this island. It’s too dangerous for you.”

Mandy raised her brow.

“More dangerous than saying you would rather train someone else besides me?”

Ford dropped his head.

“That’s not what I meant–“

“–If that’s not what you meant then why did you say it? You should never say things you don’t mean as my parents would say,” Mandy said, interrupting him. Ford opened his mouth to speak, but Mandy continued. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to stay in a place where I’m not wanted.”

Ford exhaled. “You can’t leave this island,” he repeated. “You don’t remember anything. You don’t even know your name or how you got here.”

Mandy shrugged. Where was this conversation going?

“So?”

“I have all of that information for you. Dr. Madison filled me in on who you are. Wouldn’t you like to stick around for that?”

Mandy thought about what he said. Something wasn’t sitting right with her. Something was missing from this conversation, but she made the mistake of staring at him. Her throat went dry.

“All of that information I can get from Dr. Madison since she’s the one who gave it to you,” Mandy said. Ford’s expression changed. “Dr. Madison means well, but she’s not the boss of Truson Enterprises, I am. What I say goes.”

Mandy crossed her arms, causing her bosoms to expose themselves out of the gown. His abdomen stirred. He could feel the blood rushing between his legs. He was getting excited just by looking at her. He needed to stop this. He couldn’t;t afford to be distracted, not when he felt like he was getting somewhere with Mandy when it came to what he wanted.

“Hmmm.” Mandy cupped her chin and stared at the ceiling. “That’s funny. From the way you guys were talking–I was under the impression Dr. Madison was your boss.”

Things are starting to get heated between these two. If you wanna know more, check back next week for another episode.

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No longer a hundred percent human? An Orman? Mandy laughed. Was this man serious? Of course, she was human. She had two arms, two legs, and declared herself lucky to be alive after finding out she had survived what sounded like a very horrific car accident. Where did this man come from, a psych ward? Mandy wiped away her tears of laughter as Ford have her a stern look, one that screamed he wasn’t too happy about her reaction to the situation.

“What’s so funny?’ he asked.

“Oh c’mon, do you honestly expect me to believe I’m not human and I’m an ormu or whatever it is you called it?” Mandy wiped the rest of her tears and exhaled.

“I’m telling you the truth, Mandy. You are somewhat still human but not like you used to be. You’re different now,” he said. Ford stepped closer to her. “Don’t you feel something tugging at you to come out?”

Mandy let the words sink in. She did feel a little funny. There was something…different about her.

“It’s like you have another person inside trying to get out. It wants to be free to explore the environment to see if you are in any sort of danger. It’s part of who you are now.”

Mandy took a couple of steps back from him. She had to admit this man whoever he was, did something to her she’d never experienced before. Her heart raced, and her knees buckled whenever he was close to her.

Not good.

“Mandy?’

Mandy drew her attention back to him. “No, I don’t feel anything,” she lied. She did feel something pulling her in but declared she needed to figure out what it was on her own. Though he had been kind enough to unlock her from those horrid chains that blocked off her circulation, something deep inside her told her not trust him. Could Ford have been right about her? Was she only half-human?

“So, you don’t feel anything?” He stepped closer. “You don’t feel the sensation of powers running through your veins? The blood rush you get when your other form starts taking over?” Ford took a few more steps towards her. “You mean to tell me you don’t feel any of those things?”

She stirred. The contact was way too close for comfort. As they contiuned to gaze at each other, she realized what Ford meant when it came to that weird feeling she got everytime he was near her.

Something nuzzled inside her, wanting to be free. Free from what? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was time to go back to bed. It would give her the opportunity to get away from the man who looked hell-bent on kissing her. Mandy tried to back away from him, but a strange pain took over her legs.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Ford asked.

Mandy put her hands on her legs and felt the pain and tingling associated with it.

When Ford touched her back, shots of electricity flung through his skin, causing him to step back.

“My legs…my legs hurt really bad. I think I need to go see a doctor!” Mandy’s legs were stuck like glue as she collapsed on the floor.

***

Ford watched her legs transform into one large flipper. It wasn’t a good sign. She was converting into an orca, and if he didn’t react quickly, her weight would be too heavy to hold on his own.

He needed to get her out of here–fast!

Ford wasted little time wrapping his arms around Mandy as she lay there, becoming a prisoner to her own alter ego. He carried her in his arms and searched for the nearest exit to the island. He ran with her through a maze of dimly lit hallways and huge aquariums big enough to fit at least three orcas. Ford started to rethink his plan.

If he was able to access the laboratory with a key card, he could put Mandy in there for the time being until she was able to transform herself back into human form. Ford thought hard about where his key card was. When he realized he left it on the counter, he knew there was no time to get it. After what seemed like forever, Ford saw the emergency exit sign lit up at the end of the hallway. He sped up, stopping only when he carefully opened the door.

“It hurts…everywhere! What’s happening to me, Ford? Am I dying?” Mandy asked.

There was no time to answer. The brisk, cold air slapped him in the face while he fell down the steps of the building and raced through the monstrous pile of snow that had cascaded the island within the last couple of days. Ford managed to get any lingering thoughts out of his head before approaching the water.

“What are you doing?” Mandy asked. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No Mandy, I’m not the one trying to kill you. I’m the one trying to save your life.” Ford put her body down onto the snow and rolled her over until the tidal waves crashed against her. He heard her scream one final time before she disappeared into the ocean…

He waited…and waited…and waited. His alter ego ripped his insides, yelling at him, to let him free. His eyes searched for her dorsal fin, flukes…anything that told him, she had fully transformed into the orca she was supposed to be.

Nothing.

His alter ego roared.

Ford, what the hell did you just do?

***

Note: The story continues as chapter two of An Orman’s Revenge in the Truson S.E.T. series.

A wave of terror rushed through Mandy while the water invaded her nostrils. She knew dangerous people loved killing their victims through drowning, but this was too much for her. As usual, she had trusted someone who she thought would keep her safe.

She was wrong.

The water filled her lungs with such force, she thought she was dead. But that was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside her body. The horrible cramping made her feel like a statue. The conversation she had with Ford echoed in her brain. She felt her body stretching until it was almost too painful to bear.

What was happening?

It wasn’t until the process was complete that her body calmed down. She took a couple of breaths by going to the surface for air before heading back down again. She could see ice drifting into the ocean. She felt herself floating on the water, watching the fish swim by.

The beautiful colors reminded her of a rainbow–full of nothing but extravagant colors invading the ocean.

She couldn’t remember anything else after that except for how relaxed she felt while swimming in the water. She reflected on the last time she’d ever felt so warm in this type of environment. When she realized she couldn’t remember anything, she put the thought out of her mind and enjoyed the ride.

The next thing she remembered was waking up in that dreadful bed again. Her eyes roamed the room. She was alone. Where was Ford? She shouldn’t have cared about the man after what he did to her. She couldn’t believe he almost killed her.

She needed to escape.

Will Mandy be able to escape from the Island of Truson on her own? Will Ford be able to help her leave the island or keep her there forever?

The story will continue Next Saturday as Episode Four will be released next Saturday June 27th, 2026.

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Dominique Gibson

Here is Epsiode Two of An Orman’s Revenge. Note: This is the same as chapter one in the book, An Orman’s Revenge.

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An Orman’s Revenge – The Truson S.E.T. Series Episode One: The Sleeping Woman

“No,” She finally said. Her throat moved. “Don’t remember…my…name. Don’t…remember anything.”

“So you don’t remember how you got here?”

“No.”

Amnesia? It was possible. Ford replayed the conversation in his head.

“How did…I…get here?” she asked.

There was no way to soften the blow. Eventually, she was going to learn the truth about who’s she was and how she got here in the first place. Since Dr. Madison failed at making her feel like a guest on the island, he had to make sure she wouldn’t escape.

“You suffered injuries from a car accident a few miles away. It was pretty bad. I don’t know how it happened, but your car ended up in the water. Your body was found washed up on this island.” She lifted her brow.

“Island?”

“Yes,” Ford replied. “We call this the Island of Truson. A lot of people having trouble finding it because it’s so far away from every island and country on Earth.” Silence. Ford thought about what he said and hoped he was doing the right thing. He didn’t want to give too much information so soon. The woman needed to adjust to her surroundings.

And he needed to adjust his alter ego who wouldn’t stop tugging at him to come out and play…

“From every island on Earth?” The woman grimaced.

“Yes,” he said. “Are your arms and legs feeling better?” Ford watched as the woman moved her toes and fingers–a good sign her feet hadn’t been entirely numb.

“Ok, since we’re making progress on your recovery, why don’t we try walking to the nearest fountain for some water?” She had to be dying of thirst. He was quite thirsty himself. He needed to replenish himself after spending twenty-four hours with someone he didn’t know.

Despite her beauty, after what happened to his wife ten years ago, he swore he should never love a woman again. No other woman was ever going to compare to Roxanne Gene Mayfield.

No one.

“Need..water,” she said. The woman slid her right leg off of the bed and hung it there, much to Ford’s dismay. He couldn’t help but stare at her luscious legs and thought about how much he wanted to–what? Kiss them? There was no way possible. Sure, he liked the way they looked, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss them.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The woman slid her other leg down on the floor. Ford grabbed her by the waist, ready to support her if she were to fall once she landed. Fortunately, she was able to balance herself without his help.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

The walk started out slow. The woman took careful steps following Ford’s lead.

“Thank you…for helping me.”

Ford managed a smile.

“You’re welcome.” The woman seems nice, Ford thought. As they passed the beautiful paintings and sculptures along the walls and floor of the Truson Headquarters, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at her physique–something he’s never done with the other women he dated after losing Roxanne.

Ford found it distracting. Here he was trying to help the woman based on a favor for the Pharmologist who gave him a second chance in life, and all he could think about was the shape of her breasts and how they reminded him of his past. He had slept with countless women since Roxanne’s death, but the shape of her breasts wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before.

Hers were round and pump and ready to pop out at any minute.

His alter ego tugged at him once again. It wanted to come out and enjoy the company before him. He could feel his powers burning.

No, now now. The last thing Ford needed was to change into his alter ego in front of her. If he were to evolve into an Orca now, the woman would inevitably run in the other direction.

He couldn’t let that happen.

“What’s your..name?” Ford heard her ask. His mind focused on controlling his alter ego again as it got stronger and more aggressive, but luckily, he was able to fight it off.

“My name’s Ford.” Ford studied her as she stared at the floor.

Moisture formed around her eyes before she finally met his gaze.

“I’m so…sorry. I wish I…could tell you…my name but I…I don’t know…what my name is.” She stopped when Ford put his hands up.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t remember. If it helps, I can tell you your name,” Ford said.

She paused before taking her finger and thumb of her right hand and applying it to her index finger of her left. Weird Ford thought. It was only when the woman moved her hands that Ford saw an imprint of a ring and thought back to his conversation with Dr. Madison.

He felt a little betrayed because she hadn’t mentioned anything to him about the woman possibly being married to someone who he could only assume was dangerous to both humans and orcas.

“Hello, can you…hear me?” she asked.

His mind retreated back to her. Dammit, why couldn’t he concentrate?

“I’m sorry, what was the question again?”

She stiffened. “What’s my name?”

“Yes, of course,” he said. “Your name is Mandy Stevenson. It’s what was on your state I.D. when we found your purse in the car.”

“Do you still have it?” she asked. she cocked her head to the side and waited for Ford’s response.

“No. Dr. Madison has all of your belongings in a locked cabinet on the third floor of this building. We’ll probably make a tour around the building later.” Ford pressed the button. “Water?”

“I can get it myself.” Mandy shoved his hand away and bent over. Her hair fell over her face while she savored the liquid flowing down her mouth. The cooling sensation lifted some of the pain edged in her throat. Once she was done, she flipped her hair back and straightened her shoulders.

Ford groaned as the smell of Mango and strawberries invaded his nostrils.

“I think it’s time I sent you back to your room.” He wanted to get as far away from her as possible. He didn’t like the sensations flooding through his body after watching her perform. He felt his abdomen tingle with excitement when she stared at him.

“Why? Is there something wrong?” she asked. Yes, my alter ego won’t shut up, my body feels like it’s about to explode, and I really don’t have time to explain any of this to you.

Ford shrugged. “I know you’re probably tired from today’s events. I think you should go back and lie down for a while.”

Mandy raised a brow. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to get rid of me.” Ford took his fingers and squeezed his forehead.

“I’m not trying to get rid of you. You’ve had a long day. The transformation is a very long and exhausting process—”

“–Transformation? What do you mean by that?” She interrupted.

Damn, Ford wanted to take things slow when it came to this situation, but his alter ego was screaming to get out. He needed Mandy to cooperate and not ask any questions he couldn’t answer at the moment.

“It’s when you transform from one thing to another.”

“I know what the word means, I’m not illiterate. I’m asking what it means when it comes to me?”

She’s a fiesty one. Ford’s insides stirred again. He tried to think of ways he could explain it but felt like he was wasting his time. Why couldn’t he just get the information he wanted and go back to the life he had before? Ford grunted. Considering the conditon, there was no way she was going to provide the answers he desperately needed.

There had to be more to the story than Dr. Madison had led on.

“It means you are no longer one hundred percent human. You died in the accident. You’re an Orman now.”

Orman: a clan/race of half-human, half-orcas with supernatural powers who lives on the Island of Truson.

Want to know more? Well, it’s not over yet. Come back next Saturday, June 13th, 2026 for Episode three of An Orman’s Revenge.

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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