Dominique Gibson

Part of the Truson S.E.T. Series

Lex and some of the other students from the Truson School for Shapeshifters hurried back into the classroom with Dr. Madison’s encouragement. Once all of the students got settled in their seats, Dr. Madison stood in the middle of the room and cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry about the confusion around here. I know it may seem like things are a little chaotic right now–”

“Chaotic isn’t the word for it. I want to know what’s going on. Why isn’t Mr. Vanderson here? Where is he?” Lex asked. Some of the other students piped in, supporting Lex.

“I know this is very confusing for all of you, but I’m sure if you can all be patient for just a little bit longer, Mr. Vanderson will be back from his short visit and classes will resume as normal.”

One of the students scoffed. “And what exactly do you call ‘normal?’ Nothing in this situation is normal. Mr. Mayfield is not here because he’s dealing with some girl we don’t know, Mr. Vanderson is off doing God knows what and now we have you standing here, telling us to calm down. We’re not stupid, Dr. Madison. We want to know what’s going on.”

The other students rallied in protest. Lex nodded and watched Dr. Madison hold her hands up.

“You’re right Abdullah, you guys all need to know what’s going on, but I’m pretty sure Mr. Vanderson will fill you in on details. For right now, I just want you to be as patient as possible and continue whatever it was you were doing.”

“And what if we don’t do as you say?” Lex asked, challenging her decision.

Dr. Madison twitched. “Do you really want to challenge my authority on that one?” She took a couple of steps towards him.

Lex never moved. He wasn’t scared of her. Even though Lex was born an albino, it didn’t mean he was a punk. Considering who his father was being scared of anything wasn’t an option. If there were even a hint of fear in his eyes, his father would beat it out of him until he was satisfied.

“Lex, you really don’t want to mess with a woman like me. I’ll make you regret it.” They were basically nose-to-nose. Lex’s blood boiled. He sensed his alter ego coming out. His powers were forming.

Come on, test me. I dare you.

“Yo Lex, it’s not worth it. You just got here. Don’t screw it up,” One of the other students said.

“I would strongly advise you to listen to what your peers are telling you.”

Lex stared at her for a few moments while trying to calm himself. It wasn’t until one of his friends grabbed his shoulder that he broke eye contact and sat in the chair behind him. He searched the room to see if the other students followed suit.

They eventually did.

Just as Dr. Madison was about to speak, Stin came through the door.

“Hey, you guys, sorry I’m so late. I had to deal with an emergency,” Stin said. He turned to Dr. Madison. “Thanks for filling in for me. I believe I can take it from here.”

“Good cause I thought I was going to lose it for a second.” Dr. Madison waved good-bye and left the room.

“Sorry about that my future Ormans. I had to take care of something.” Stin looked at his watch. He swung his head back and forth, trying to figure out if he should let the class go early.

“So, what are we doing now?” Lex asked.

Stin clapped his hands together. “You know what? I think we should do an hour of training and then we’ll be done for the day, okay? How does that sound?”

Lex shrugged. “Cool.” He couldn’t have cared one way or another. His mind was too focused on what he saw earlier. Images of the woman with the bright curly red hair invaded his thoughts. He wanted to feel sorry for her. His mind continued to fool him about him seeing things, that the woman who stood in that window the other night wasn’t the same woman who he used to call his stepmother. Somehow, his instincts told him otherwise.

He couldn’t shake that feeling.

“Come with me everyone. We’re going to the gym.” Lex let the other students line up before he finally had the strength to move to the back of the line. Some of the students were talking about how the rest of the day was going to be spent after training was over. “Okay, let’s go guys.” As Lex and his classmates walked toward the gym, a bunch of teenagers started discussing the pep rally and the exams that were coming up within the next few weeks.

Mr. Vanderson turned and stared at the back of the line. “Keep the noise level down. Other students are trying to study in the classroom.” After seeing the mysterious woman talking to Ford earlier, in addition to following his father’s orders about killing Ford, Lex was on a mission and from the way things were heading, he knew he was on the right track. As some of the students headed toward the gym. Lex felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He gripped it until everyone turned the corner then he went toward the window and picked it up.

“Hey, Dad what’s up?”

“Don’t hey Dad me, you fool!” he barked into the phone. “Have you found Ford Mayfield yet?” Lex swallowed. He knew by the tone of his father’s voice he wasn’t in a good mood.

When has he ever been in a good mood?

“No Dad, I haven’t. I’ve only been here for two days. I haven’t had time to do much of anything considering the level of security.”

“Well you need to do something about this and soon because if I get one more visit from Samuel and his pesky sidekicks from the Transforments, your ass is on the line.”

“Dad, I’m working as hard as I can to figure out where he is. I get Samuel’s on your back, but I need to make sure they don’t see me as a target,” Lex said. “I’m sorry Dad, I have to follow the rules.”

“Don’t you talk back to me like that you albino freak. I need you to do as I say and find Ford Mayfield so we can send his body back to where he belongs–in a grave next to me,” he said. Lex heard his father chuckling at his own statement.

“And you will Dad. You just have to give me some more time.”

“Time for what?” A familiar voice asked. Spooked by the sound, Lex saw Mr. Vanderson leaning on the rail peering at him.

Seems like things are taking an interesting turn in this story. Tune in next Saturday, August 15th, 2026 for the next episode of An Orman’s Revenge.

Hello! Dominique Gibson is back with another post.

I know it’s been a little while since I posted on this page. Lately, all that you have been seeing is me posting the lastest episodes to the first book in the Truson S.E.T. Series, An Orman’s Revenge. I figure that if you liked the first book in the Truson S.E.T. Series, you would find more in the next two books of the series as well.

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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