Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 180: Ready for a windstorm?

The Zephyr-X9’s engine growled as Freya navigated the dusty road to the abandoned wind farm, 20 miles north of the Haven, the quarry’s jagged outline looming in the distance.

The air was thick with grit, the rusted turbines creaking in the wind, their blades frozen in decay, the ground littered with broken concrete and twisted rebar.

Freya, in her icy blue bodysuit, her mask covering everything below her eyes, gripped the wheel, her white cape fluttering. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Rhea, lounging in the passenger seat, her orange and black bodysuit pulsing with ember-like flares, her full-face black mask glinting, cracked her knuckles.

Lila sat in the back, her loose gown swishing, her glasses glinting, her power-suppressing collar off, her shadows coiling faintly at her feet, her face tense but focused.

"Ready for a windstorm?" Rhea asked, her voice muffled by her mask, her grin audible, the Zephyr’s leather seats creaking as she shifted.

"Focus, Rhea," Freya said, her tone clipped, professional, her gloved hands steady, the turbines’ silhouettes growing larger, their creaks louder.

"GaleM and GaleF are Class A. We have to capture them alive, no mistakes."

Lila nodded, her voice soft. "I’ll bind them when you corner them. Just... keep them grounded."

The Zephyr stopped at the farm’s edge, dust swirling, the air humming with latent energy.

The trio stepped out, the wind picking up, sharp and biting, carrying the scent of rust and dry earth.

Freya raised a hand, ice forming a shimmering wall to shield them, its surface crackling, the wind’s howl muted behind it.

Rhea’s hands sparked, flames flickering, ready to flare, the heat cutting through the chill.

Lila’s shadows slithered, dark tendrils probing the ground, sensing for movement, their hum low and eerie.

A gust roared, sudden and brutal, shredding Freya’s ice wall into glittering shards, the turbines groaning as two figures emerged from the dust—GaleM and GaleF, their cloaks whipping, their eyes glinting with defiance.

GaleM’s wind sliced like blades, carving gashes in the concrete, while GaleF’s gusts spun into a vortex, flinging debris like shrapnel, the air a chaotic scream.

"Alive, remember!" Freya shouted, her voice cutting through the gale, summoning ice spears that shot forward, their tips glinting, forcing GaleM to dodge, his wind deflecting them with a screech.

Rhea unleashed a fire wave, its orange roar feeding on GaleF’s vortex, the flames spiraling higher, singeing her cloak, the heat sharp and acrid.

Lila’s shadows lashed out, tendrils wrapping GaleM’s ankles, yanking him off balance, his wind faltering, the ground trembling under the impact.

The Gales fought back, their coordination lethal.

GaleM’s gusts sharpened, slicing Rhea’s flames, a cut grazing her bodysuit, the fabric sizzling.

GaleF’s vortex tightened, trapping Freya’s ice in a spinning cage, the shards grinding to powder, the wind’s roar deafening.

"They’re syncing!" Freya yelled, her cape snapping, summoning an ice dome to shield them, its walls cracking under the onslaught, the cold biting her gloves.

Then, the Gales clasped hands, their winds merging, their forms blurring into a single, androgynous figure—SuperGale, a near-S-class entity, their cloak a shimmering whirl, their eyes glowing with raw power, the air around them a gale-force maelstrom, rivaling a hurricane’s fury, the turbines buckling, their creaks drowned by the wind’s scream.

SuperGale’s attack erupted, wind blades slashing, tearing up the ground, flinging Freya’s ice dome into fragments, the debris pelting Rhea’s flames, the dust choking the air.

Freya and Rhea exchanged a glance, their masks glinting, and moved as one.

Freya summoned a massive ice spike, its base rooted deep, its tip piercing SuperGale’s vortex, disrupting its flow, the crackle loud, the cold sharp.

Rhea’s flames surged, a fiery spiral wrapping the spike, the heat melting its edges, creating a steam cloud that blinded SuperGale, the hiss overpowering the wind’s roar.

Lila’s shadows struck, tendrils coiling around SuperGale’s legs, tightening, pulling them to their knees, the hum of her power vibrating, the ground quaking.

"Got them!" Rhea shouted, her flames flaring, ready to pin SuperGale, the heat singeing the air, her bodysuit pulsing brighter, the turbines’ creaks fading in the chaos.

Before Freya could land the final ice trap, Lila screamed, a raw, agonized sound, her hands clutching her head, her glasses slipping, her eyes wide with horror.

"NOOOO! NOO! NO!" she yelled, her voice cracking, her shadows going berserk, tendrils thrashing wildly, striking the ground, the turbines, even grazing Freya’s cape, their hum a chaotic drone, the air thick with their dark pulse.

"Lila, what’s wrong?" Freya shouted, dodging a shadow, her ice spear dissolving, her professional calm fracturing, the wind’s howl fading as SuperGale staggered up, their cloak whipping.

"Someone attack her?" Rhea yelled, her flames dimming, ducking a shadow’s lash, her mask glinting, the steam clearing, revealing Lila’s terrified face, her eyes fixed on... nothing, just empty air, her screams unending, her body shaking, the ground littered with shattered ice and scorched earth.

SuperGale seized the gap, their wind surging, a gust propelling them into the dust, their form vanishing among the turbines, the creaks swallowing their escape, the air settling, the farm’s chaos quieting, only Lila’s screams echoing.

Freya and Rhea locked eyes, their masks reflecting the dust’s glow, the mission slipping away.

"Lila," Freya said, her voice firm, abandoning pursuit, her cape snapping as she rushed to Lila, ice forming a barrier to block her thrashing shadows, the cold crackling, the tendrils recoiling.

Rhea nodded, her flames flaring to herd Lila’s shadows, the heat pushing them back, her bodysuit singed but intact, the air sharp with smoke.

"Hang on, kid," she muttered, grabbing Lila’s arm, dodging a tendril, her grip steady, the ground trembling under Lila’s chaos.

Freya pulled the power-suppressing collar from her belt, its metal glinting, and lunged, snapping it around Lila’s neck, the clasp clicking, the hum activating.

Lila’s shadows vanished, her screams cut off, her body collapsing, unconscious, her glasses falling to the dirt, her gown pooling, the silence sudden and heavy, the turbines’ creaks returning, the dust settling.

"What the fuck’s wrong with her?" Freya asked, her voice sharp, irritation creasing her masked forehead, her ice barrier dissolving, the cold fading, her cape still.

"Dunno," Rhea said, her voice low, lifting Lila’s limp form, her bodysuit creaking, her mask hiding her frown. "I thought going berserk was my thing."

"Not funny," Freya snapped, her tone clipped, but strained, kicking a piece of rebar, the clang loud, her frustration boiling.

"We failed the mission. Kael’s not gonna be happy."