Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 121: Run!

"What are you doing? Run!" Freya shouted, her voice desperate, her blue eyes wide with panic, the tunnel’s oppressive weight crushing her resolve.

"Watch my back," Rhea said, stepping in front of Freya, her voice steady, her scarred hands igniting with a roar that shook the air.

She faced the oncoming tsunami, the rats a writhing, shrieking wave, their concrete leaders at the forefront, their glowing eyes locked on their prey.

Freya hesitated, then trusted her, throwing up a new ice wall behind them, its spikes gleaming like daggers, and froze the sewage water beside her which now spanned for a hundred meters, ensuring no fireproof rats could flank them.

The frozen water was a double-edged sword.

It widened the rats’ path, their tsunami swelling, but Freya held her ground, her blue eyes locked on Rhea’s back, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and awe.

"Eat this!" Rhea roared, her eyes blazing like twin suns, her entire body engulfed in fire.

She unleashed a cataclysmic burst, a wall of flame that filled the tunnel, a roaring inferno that consumed every rat in its path.

The heat was unbearable, the air shimmering, the rats’ screams silenced as they burned, their concrete skin melting into slag, the tunnel glowing white-hot.

The walls scorched, the stench of burnt meat overwhelming, the air thick with smoke and ash.

Freya’s jaw dropped, her blue eyes wide with awe—she had underestimated Rhea, she was a force of nature, her crimson hair a fiery halo in the blaze, her power a defiance of the tunnel’s malevolent will.

Freya’s distraction cost her.

She didn’t sense the ice wall behind them cracking until it shattered, a second horde of rats surging from the rear, their glowing eyes fixed on their prey, their claws scraping the pavement with a sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"Damn these rats!" Freya yelled, her heart lurching, her body jolting with adrenaline.

She gathered herself, her hands thrusting out, freezing the attacking rats mid-leap, their bodies turning to ice, crashing to the ground like paperweights.

But more came, wave after wave, their numbers endless, their glowing eyes a relentless assault. The tunnel choked with frozen rats, their bodies piling into a blockade that sealed their retreat.

Freya’s eyes widened, her breath hitching—she’d played into their trap, her own ice blocking their exit.

The rats were smart, far smarter than they’d anticipated, orchestrating her mistake with chilling precision, their hive mind a malevolent force that seemed to anticipate their every move.

"Oh FUCK!" Freya screamed, her voice echoing, her blue eyes darting to the frozen blockade, her mind racing.

Punching a hole risked an ambush, and she didn’t know what waited beyond, the darkness a void of unknown horrors.

Her exhaustion clawed at her, her navy pants soaked with sweat and sewer water, her body trembling with the effort of staying upright.

Rhea’s flames melted the frozen sewage water, the liquid churning again, rats diving in to flank her, their wet fur shielding them from her fire, their glowing eyes glinting with malevolent cunning.

Freya reacted just in time, freezing them mid-leap, shattering their icy forms before they could reach Rhea, the sound of breaking ice a fleeting victory.

"Thanks," Rhea grunted, her voice strained, her flames still blazing, her amber eyes locked on the rats ahead, her body taut with exhaustion but unyielding.

"I blocked our exit," Freya said, her voice grim, her blue eyes flickering with frustration, the weight of her mistake crushing her. "No choice now—we kill them all."

"Take care of the wet rats," Rhea said, her voice sharp, her flames surging with renewed fury. "They’re a pain."

"Got it," Freya replied, her hands icing over, freezing the water as Rhea’s heat melted it, their powers clashing but syncing in a desperate dance of survival.

They stepped forward, overpowering the thinning tsunami, the tunnel reeking of burnt meat, the rats’ numbers dwindling under their relentless assault, the air thick with the stench of death and defiance.

"Nice one, Rhea," Freya said, her voice grudging but sincere, her blue eyes flicking to her partner, a flicker of respect breaking through her exhaustion.

"Nice one to you too," Rhea replied, her smirk fierce, her amber eyes glinting through the smoke, her face smudged with ash but unbowed.

The tunnel walls beside them shuddered, their surfaces rippling with a grotesque, living pulse, and before they could react, the concrete revealed its true nature—a living wall of concrete rats, their bodies emerging seamlessly from the stone, their glowing eyes angry, intense, terrifying.

"EEEEEEEEEE!"

They shrieked, a sound that shook the tunnel, a high-pitched wail that clawed at their minds, and pounced, their heavy forms aimed at Rhea, who was closer to the walls, their claws gleaming with lethal intent.

"Rhea!" Freya screamed, her voice raw, her blue eyes wide as the rats descended, their faces twisted with predatory fury, their glowing eyes burning with a hatred that felt personal.

Time slowed for Rhea, her amber eyes wide with horror, the rats’ snarling maws inches away, their concrete claws gleaming in the dim light. Their whispered twitched, their cute little incisors were open wide to chew anything in their way.

Freya acted on instinct, her hands thrusting out, unleashing a controlled ice storm, a wave of frost that enveloped the rats along with Rhea.

But Rhea didn’t feel a thing.

The storm was precise, Freya’s power matching Rhea’s heat, freezing the rats mid-pounce, their bodies encased in ice, crashing to the ground in a hail of shards.

Rhea blinked, unharmed, her amber eyes meeting Freya’s blue ones.

Kael’s training worked. It was real and not his perverted desire.

A silent understanding passed between them, a nod of trust forged in the crucible of survival.

"Aaaah!" They roared in unison, their powers surging—Rhea’s flames erupted, Freya’s ice storm intensifying, their combined assault turning the living wall into a frozen, charred blockade, the rats’ bodies locked in ice or reduced to ash.

The tunnel trembled, the air thick with smoke and frost, their powers a symphony of destruction, a defiant stand against the tunnel’s malevolent will.

They pressed forward, Rhea burning the thinning tsunami of rats, Freya watching her back, freezing the sewage water to stop the flankers.

They retraced their steps, passing the fake entrance Freya had sealed with another ice wall, their boots pounding the pavement, the tunnel’s oppressive weight pressing down on them.

They found the correct left turn, Rhea’s flames lighting the way, her amber eyes fierce, Freya’s blue eyes sharp with exhaustion but resolve, their bodies pushed to the brink but unyielding.

As they turned, Rhea’s fire illuminated the tunnel, and a new horror greeted them.

Rats—hundreds of them, massive, their muscular bodies reaching their knees and waists, standing upright like grotesque sentinels.

Their glowing eyes burned with rage, their concrete skin cracked but unyielding, their claws long and sharp, their presence a wall of menace.

"Oh fuck!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"