Nibblers 2 - Obinna Hendrix - ebook
Opis

Mandy's life hangs in the balance as she battles to stay alive after an exposure to lethal levels of radiation in the Hollow cities. Her mind is fragmented and she is plagued by terrible nightmares. She struggles to determine what is real and what isn't.It's been weeks since governess Hannah's spies were outed by the River-rat clan and a reprisal is imminent. The governess's paranoia grows, as a sketchy group called Unison carries out a devastating terrorist act against High Citadel. She is more obsessed with terminating an elusive and mysterious Glenna Westridge than dealing with the other threats within High Citadel.Glenna flees to a damaged city called Enclave. She hopes to stay hidden and escape the governess's devoted assassins codenamed Egg heads.Can Mandy's telekinetic Nibbler allies do anything to save her life?Will High Citadel's elite be safe from the violence that has found it's way behind their walls?

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Table of contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

New Detroit Woods, Nibblers Bunker, March 20, 2050, 16:00 P.M.

Jet’s of rain was pouring heavily from the thunder scorched skies. The trees swayed and danced in the turbulent breeze, as it ripped through the woods. Meanwhile, in the Nibbler bunker there was a gathering of a small group of Nibblers draped in hooded apparels. They encircled a bed and appeared to be statue still, stretching their hands over someone. It was hard to make out who it was, as the room seemed to be engulfed in blinding light.
The skin on their hands glowed and their entire bodies shun, illuminating their clothing as well. Still in Neb's bedroom, Mandy tossed and turned restlessly under the covers of a large king sized bed. There were still echoes in her head from her past encounter with the leader of the Strays.
“No! Get off! Get off!” She howled and punched the air. She soon pushed herself up, leaping suddenly out of the nightmare that was replaying in her head over and over again. Her face was covered in cold sweat and her hands trembled a bit. She walked away from the bed, panting heavily. Her mouth felt as bitter as bile. She rushed straight to the bathroom and planted her face over the toilet seat. A sick, uneasy feeling had overtaken her. She didn’t need to wait very long. The contents of her stomach came oozing out of her mouth, as she threw up.
Her hands reached desperately for the handle, pulling at it feebly. It took several tries to get the toilet to flush. Mandy leaned against the toilet seat, managing to lift herself up from the floor. She took a few labored steps, flicking her hair backwards, away from her face. She stopped abruptly in front of a white sink and turned her gaze to a wall-mounted mirror. She sucked in some air, whizzed a bit and slowly walked towards the mirror.
She almost lost her footing, as her hands quickly took hold of the sides of the sink. Heaving a small sigh of relief, Mandy raised her bowed head and looked straight at her reflection in the mirror. Unexpectedly, she was thrown into the nightmare again. Her eyes twitched intermittently and her body froze. Her subconscious was flung into where she was several days back. Only this time, her experience was more twisted.
She saw the leader of the Strays walk into a small room. His face was black as sooth this time and his eyes rolled menacingly. She could see him coming close to her. She wanted to run, but couldn’t move a muscle. She could hear her own heart beating in her chest. It boomed loudly as if it was hooked up to a really big speaker. The black faced pack leader creeped up behind her and choked her with a boot strap. He tied it tightly round her neck and pulled on it, smirking with a crazed glint in his eyes.
“You won’t be getting out bitch! Not this time.” He head whispered to Mandy, as he tightened his grip on the straps that was strangulating her airway.
She could barely breathe and couldn’t speak. She just shook in the chair, as her eyes bulged. Mandy suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, finding herself on the bathroom floor.
“Cough! Cough!” Mandy gulps in air, seated up on the floor. She seemed disoriented, and lashed out, hitting Janice in the face.
“Calm down! It’s only me,” Janice whispered telepathically into Mandy’s head, as she cupped her face in her hands.
“Try to block out the echoes, listen to my voice. I am real, I am here with you. Sniff the air. Let your other senses guide you. You cannot believe everything your mind throws at you.” Janice threw her thoughts at Mandy, holding her head firmly.
Mandy started to feel a lot less trapped in her own mind. Her panicked state calmed. She raised her head and looked Janice in the face.
“Help me up,” Mandy squealed, smarting a bit, as she grabbed hold of Janice’s arm.
A reassuring smile crept up to the surface of Janice’s usually steely face. She pulled Mandy up and helped her to her feet.
“Apart from the forced mental connection which intoxicated your mind, you’re sort of radioactive. Don’t worry, you’re not going to die.” Janice pants, as she helps Mandy meander through the tube-like hallways.
“It certainly doesn’t feel like it. I am really not sharing your optimism right now.” Mandy coughed, spitting some blood on the ground.
“The Sifters can manipulate the smallest of elements on the atomic level. They are our grandmasters of telekinesis. They will strip all the radioactive poison in your blood and tissues out,” Janice spoke telepathically into Mandy’s mind.
Mandy looked frail and a bit wary. Every step she took felt like it was killing her. She fell forwards unto her belly, as her knees buckled under the pressure of her own weight.
“Mandy! Are you alright?” Janice projected her thoughts at Mandy.
It was no use. She was unconscious. The radioactive poisons in her system seemed to be taking it’s toll on her body.
“Damn it! The Strays must have taken them into the deeper radioactive parts of the Hollow cities.” Janice panicked, twiddling her thumbs a bit, before deploying her telekinetic abilities to suspend Mandy’s unconscious body in the air.
Janice clicked the heels of her shoes, as she trotted hurriedly through the hallway. She was heading in the direction of an isolated floating box-like room with transparent glass corners. Lights were seeping through the glass. The entire floating structure was shimmering, as it spun around like some sort of disco ball. Figures in hooded garments were in the box, encircling a young man. There appeared to be floating tiny debris shooting out of him at the behest of the hooded figures around him.
Just then, in that instant, Mandy’s eyes rolled open and she seemed smitten with fascination at the event unfolding before her. She laid suspended in the air by Janice’s telekinetic lift. It was as if she was laying comfortably on a bed of air. Mandy felt anything but comfortable on the inside, especially with irradiated blood coursing her veins. She was unsure if there was a fix for what she had. She was unsure if her poisoned blood and tissues could be made whole.
Her nostrils whizzed slowly, but frequently as she gazed at the sights before her. She looked down at Janice and managed a brief smile. Her eyes twitched a bit. She didn’t have the strength in her to push out words from between her tired lips. Janice could see all the telltale signs. The utter exhaustion was the biggest and most depressing one.
Unexpectedly, the cube stopped spinning, and a familiar face emerged from the box. He whizzed through the gathering and hovered around Mandy.
“It’s you. Neb, you’re alright,” Mandy said in her mind.
Neb could hear her thoughts. They had a telepathic link. He smiled at her and batted his eyelids, bowing his head with traces of regret and sorrow on his face.

He didn’t speak back to her. He looked at Janice and nodded. She withdrew her telekinetic hold on Mandy, letting her drop into Neb's arms. He carried her into the static, floating cube and laid her on a rectangular slab.

Chapter 2

High Citadel, Governess's Garden, March 22, 2050, 12:10 P.M.

“Glenna Westridge, she put a hole in everyone else on that list except Glenna fucking Westridge,” the governess frowned strutting about in a beautifully designed garden with quirky box shaped plants. She muttered curses under her breath as she wandered around aimlessly, pretending to flick through the news pages on her tablet.

She was preoccupied with her demons. She didn’t hear the gentle, silent steps behind her. A familiar voice jolted the governess, and she turned around very quickly, placing her blade on the neck of her apparent stalker.
“Hey! Hey! It’s just me, Prometheus. Put the dagger away.” Commander Prometheus raised his eyes at the governess.
“Don’t do that! You almost gave me palpitations, and not in a good way.” The governess squelched, plastering her hand on her chest.
Blade tucked away in her silk dress, the governess shifted her gaze away from the blue eyed hunk of raw muscle that was in front of her. She tried not to lust after him, masking her carnal desires behind a blank, emotionless face. It was the face she often showed to the public. She would not be seen to care. She would not give anyone a soft spot to strike at. She walked calmly through some grove of trees. The commander folded his hands behind him and walked by her side. She didn’t usually let anyone else get that close to her. Governess Hannah had some genuine respect for the Commander and she enjoyed his company whenever he could pull himself away from tending to security details on behalf of High Citadel.
The governess looked straight ahead, raising her head up high with her eyes occasionally straying, and looking sideways to catch glimpses of the well built, physically alluring specimen of a man beside her. The Commander was too busy chattering away to notice this. The lines on his forehead tensed, making cross wires, he tried desperately to keep the governess’s attention.
He didn’t realize just how much she was distracted by him, or how much attention she was actually beaming his way. Slowly, but surely the duo soon came to an beautiful red tent that had very interesting embroidery adorning it’s exterior.
“Let me get that,” Commander Prometheus bent over, flicking open the flappy entrance to the tent.
Governess Hannah bent her head and smiled to herself, pushing forward into the tent. The Commander followed swiftly behind her. When he had entered the tent, she had sank into a long soft sofa and was waiting for him to continue his report.
“Did you hear about the incident at one of High Citadel’s Medi units?” he sniffed, scratching his chin a bit.
She paused a bit and stared blankly. Then she looked up at the standing Commander and sat up from her slouching position.
“That is most unfortunate news indeed. I did receive a memo on that just before you arrived. So yes, I am aware of the state of affairs with regards to the blast. What are you doing to contain the situation Commander?” Governess Hannah blinked, speaking softly.
“We have deployed counter measures to infiltrate the terrorists responsible for this. I am certain that the plotters of this ghastly attack are among us, living here within our great wall-eating our food, and drinking our wine.” Commander Prometheus scrunched up his hands, making fists.
The governess collapsed back into the sofa and sighed heavily. She shifted her gaze from the Commander and sank into a moment of reminiscing.
She remembered the moment when the concept of presidency ended in the United States and the rest of the planet. Democracy had just been terminated by world war III. Super humans and ordinary humans could not share a common space, without suspicion of each other. The ticking time bomb of distrust exploded when the super human Nibblers developed a taste for human flesh- a necessary evil to heighten their extraordinary telekinetic abilities. Opportunists seized power wherever they could and by whatever means necessary. The governess was the biggest of the opportunists and persuaded most of the fragmented government defense agencies and the military to side with her.
Her famous words still resounded in her mind, “It’s either unity under one headship or the chaos of division that will surely kill us all quicker than the Nibblers ever will.”
“Is there a problem governess? Is this not a good time to brief you on the happenings in High Citadel?” Commander Prometheus raised a brow, looking straight at governess Hannah.
She flinched a bit, throwing her legs off the long sofa. She poured herself a tall glass of wine and gulped some of it down in a hurry. Gritting her teeth at the bitter-sweet taste of the wine that had just washed the inside of her mouth, she waved a hand in the air, urging the commander to carry on.
Clearing his throat, the Commander rubbed the back of his head briefly and moved his lips, “Jonathan Chambers, Senator of the empire- strangled in his sleep, Julian Winters, Security Chief of the empire- stabbed in a mugging, Annalise Lee, People’s rights activist- drowned in her own swimming pool, Matthew O’Neil, Senator of the empire- found hanging from his balcony with a suicide note stuffed into his mouth. Governess, someone is targeting very important people and putting them in body bags. These murders may not be as random as they look.”
“Yes, yes, that does sound serious. Have you uncovered anything useful that would help unmask the brazen killer. Assuming there is anything more to these incidents than people being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Important people tend to have a very long list of enemies, Commander. Don’t waste more resources pursuing ghosts. We may be a rich empire, but we are by no means improvident.” The governess slurped, as she sipped some more wine, casually crossing her perfectly shaped legs.