Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 119: what’s happening?

Clara’s green eyes widened, her cheerful demeanor faltering as she leaned over Kael’s shoulder, her voice soft but urgent, trembling with a dread that seemed to seep from the flickering screens before them.

"Kael, what’s happening?"

Kael’s hazel eyes narrowed, his fingers a blur over the keyboard, each keystroke a defiant stand against the growing chaos.

His voice, though steady, carried an undercurrent of unease that prickled the air.

"Something’s wrong. The tunnels... they’re not right." He switched to the comms, his tone sharpening, cutting through the static like a blade.

"Rhea, Freya, stop moving. Describe what you see."

In the suffocating depths of the sewer, Freya’s blue eyes scanned the shifting walls, the pavement cracking with a sound like brittle bones snapping.

The air was thick, heavy with the stench of decay and something far worse—an unnatural, pulsing malevolence.

"The entrance... it’s moving," she said, her voice low, barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might awaken something.

Her hand raised, ready to summon another wall of ice. "The walls are... alive."

Rhea’s amber eyes darted frantically, her hands glowing with a faint, flickering fire, her earlier bravado now a fragile mask.

The tunnel seemed to breathe around her, the walls undulating with a grotesque rhythm. "This isn’t normal," she whispered, her voice tight, her nerves fraying like old rope. "Kael, what the hell is this?"

"Stop staring and get out now!" Kael’s voice erupted through the comms, a whip-crack of command that jolted them into action. "Before it closes fully!"

Rhea didn’t hesitate.

Her boots slammed against the slick pavement, each step a desperate bid for survival, her crimson hair trailing like a comet through the dim, flickering light.

The shrinking exit loomed ahead, a narrowing sliver of salvation, its edges closing in slowly, brick by brick.

Freya followed, her ice powers surging in erratic bursts, her heart hammering so loudly it drowned out the grotesque squelching of the tunnel.

The walls groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated in her bones, the gap narrowing to a mere foot.

Beyond it, the darkness was absolute, a yawning void that pulsed with unseen menace, whispering promises of oblivion.

"No you won’t" Rhea’s hands erupted in fire, a blazing inferno that roared toward the entrance, flames licking the concrete with a hiss, searing the edges to buy them precious seconds.

The heat was a living thing, the tunnel glowing an eerie orange, but the walls kept closing, undeterred, as if mocking their efforts.

The air shimmered, thick with the acrid scent of burning stone and something fouler—something alive.

"ac!" Freya’s breath hitched, her blue eyes catching a fleeting, horrifying glimpse in the fire’s flickering light.

Eyes—thousands of them—glinted from every surface inside the dark tunnel they were in: the ceiling, the walls, the shadows.

Tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, their glowing orbs unblinking, unnatural, staring with a malevolent intent that clawed at her soul.

Her spine chilled, her instincts screaming it’s a trap, the word echoing in her mind like a death knell.

"Rhea, run!" Freya’s scream tore from her throat, raw and piercing, her voice cracking with an urgency she hadn’t known she possessed.

She surged forward, her ice powers flaring in a desperate burst, hands thrusting out.

Walls of ice shot up along their path, thick and shimmering, bracing the closing tunnel, forcing a narrow corridor to the exit.

The ice crackled under the strain, the concrete grinding against it with a sound like teeth gnashing, but it held—a fragile way to the outside world.

Rhea turned, her amber eyes wide with shock at Freya’s unnatural scream she heard for the first time, but Freya was already on her, hands grabbing Rhea’s arm with desperate strength, dragging her forward along with her.

They stumbled, boots slipping on the slick pavement, the air heavy with the stench of rot and fear.

Freya’s grip was iron, her blue eyes fierce as she hauled Rhea through the ice-lined path, the entrance mere feet away, the light a fading pinprick swallowed by the encroaching dark.

"What happened?" Rhea gasped, her voice ragged, her amber eyes searching Freya’s face as they burst through the entrance, collapsing onto the outer pavement.

The sewer’s stench mingled with their sweat, the air cold and sharp against their skin.

Freya’s expression was raw, fear flickering in her blue eyes, a rare crack in her icy facade.

She didn’t answer, her chest heaving, her mind replaying those countless, glowing eyes in the firelight—not just rats, but something more, something orchestrated, wrong.

She’d seen traps before, but this was a calculated ambush, a hive mind at work, its intensity chilling her to the core.

Her breath shuddered, her navy pants damp with sewer water, her hands trembling as she pushed her platinum-cyan hair from her face.

"Fall back! Fall back and get out!" Kael’s voice roared through their earpieces, frantic, the static crackling like a storm. "You’ve been lured into a trap! It’s too dangerous without a better plan!"

"Freya!" Rhea’s voice cut through, sharp and urgent, her scarred hand pointing to the pavement. "Look at these!"

Freya’s gaze snapped down, her blue eyes widening in shock.

Scattered on the pavement were a few dead rats, their bodies charred from Rhea’s earlier flames—but they weren’t ordinary.

Their skin was gray, textured like concrete, rough and unnatural, their forms heavier than any rat should be, as if carved from the tunnel itself.

Before Freya could speak, the rats’ eyes snapped open, glowing a malevolent red, and they let out a high-pitched scream—

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

A sound that pierced the air like a blade, slicing through their skulls.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The scream was answered by a deafening chorus from the fake entrance, hundreds of times louder, a shrieking cacophony that shook the walls, the ground trembling beneath them.

Rhea and Freya clapped their hands over their ears, pain lancing through their heads, their earpieces crackling and dying with a faint pop.

The ice walls Freya had built shattered in an instant, the entrance exploding into a dark, hollow void, a maw from which anything could emerge.