Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 125: You two okay?

"Rat poison," Kael replied, his smile hidden but audible in his smug tone.

"Let’s move."

He led them toward an alternate exit, his steps sure, his machine gun slung over his shoulder.

The tunnel was a haze of smoke and death, the rats’ dying gasps fading behind them.

Freya’s hands glowed faintly, her energy nearly spent, but she summoned a shimmering pedestal of ice, lifting them upward through the manhole.

The ice groaned under their weight, but it held, carrying them out of the sewer’s suffocating depths and into the open air.

Kael jumped out first and then helped the others out.

They emerged onto an empty street, the noon sun harsh against their eyes, the world above a stark contrast to the nightmare below.

Clara’s car was parked nearby, and she stood by the manhole, her green eyes wide with relief, her doctor’s bag clutched tightly.

Rhea collapsed onto the asphalt the very next step, her crimson hair splayed out, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, the mask dangling from her hand.

Freya slumped against a nearby wall, her navy pants soaked with sewer water, her platinum-cyan hair clinging to her face, her blue eyes distant but sharp, and a faint smile over her lips.

Clara rushed toward them, her doctor’s jacket flapping, her suitcase clutched tightly, her green eyes wide with a mix of relief and urgency.

She dropped to her knees beside Rhea, who looked like she’d been dragged through hell, her crimson hair matted with sweat and ash, her suit scorched with her own flames.

Clara’s hands moved swiftly, checking for wounds, her fingers probing for any sign of wounds, rat bites or infection.

Kael crouched beside Freya, his hazel eyes scanning her battered form, searching for any cuts or scratches from the sewer’s horrors.

"You did good," he said, his voice low, steady, a note of approval cutting through his usual smugness.

Freya met his gaze, her blue eyes still sharp despite her heavy breaths, her platinum-cyan hair clinging to her damp forehead. She nodded softly, the weight of the fight still pressing on her chest.

"Why... Why didn’t you use the rat poison earlier?" Freya asked, her voice hoarse, tinged with frustration. "We almost got killed."

"Yes! Why, Kael, you bastard?" Rhea snapped, her amber eyes flashing as she shifted under Clara’s careful hands. "You had the rat poison the whole time, but you still made us fight to the death!"

Clara paused, her gaze flicking to Kael, but he just smirked, unfazed.

"That’s impressive," he said, his eyes darting between Freya and Rhea, a glint of amusement in them. "Not a single scratch on either of you. How’d you manage that with thousands of rats?"

Freya and Rhea’s eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, their shared ordeal forging a bond neither had expected.

Kael’s smirk widened, catching the look.

"Guess my training worked, huh?" he said, his tone smug, his grin taking on a pervy edge. "Let’s train more, then."

A chill ran down Freya’s and Rhea’s spines along with a prickly heat down in their nether, their faces twisting in unison.

"Pervert," they said together, their voices flat but laced with exhaustion.

They glanced at each other, a faint chuckle escaping their lips, tired but genuine.

All of a sudden, Rhea saw something, her eyes, widened.

"Wait! wait, what are you doing?!" She yelped, her voice spiking as Clara approached with a syringe, its needle glinting in the noon sun.

Rhea scrambled back, her amber eyes wide with panic, her battered body tensing.

"It’s just an injection to help you recover faster," Clara said, her tone soothing but firm. "Your reserves are running on fumes. Without this, it’ll take days to bounce back."

"No way! Not an injection!" Rhea protested, crawling backward on the asphalt. "Give me a pill, a drink, anything else!"

Freya smirked, leaning against the wall, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

"Come on, Rhea, it’s just a needle. We fought through that hell, and you didn’t shriek once like you are now." She chuckled, the sound rough but warm.

Kael laughed, striding over to Rhea and squatting beside her, his grin infuriatingly calm.

"Okay, Rhea, nothing to be afraid of," he said, gently turning her face to meet his eyes. "Look at me."

"What do you mean, nothing to be afraid of?" Rhea snapped, her voice trembling with indignation. "Have you seen the size of that thing? I fought thousands of rats, and not one put a dent in me, but that syringe is gonna carve a foot-deep hole in my skin!"

"You’re exaggerating, that’s barely even an inch," Kael said, his tone teasing. "If you wanna know what a foot looks like, this is a foot." With a dramatic flourish, he reached for his belt, unzipping his pants in a mock gesture.

Rhea’s eyes flicked to him, his zipped, her lips curling into a smug grin.

"Now, that’s exaggeration, Kael," she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as he paused mid-zip.

"Sure," Kael said, zipping up with a chuckle.

"Done!" Clara announced, the syringe empty, a tiny, already-healing prick on Rhea’s abdomen.

"You tricked me!" Rhea growled, her amber eyes narrowing at Kael.

"Sure did," he replied, his smile unapologetic, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

Clara turned to Freya, syringe in hand. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Next, Freya. You afraid of needles too?" she asked, her tone teasing, a playful glint in her green eyes.

Freya raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "I don’t know. Will Kael show me his ’foot-long’ too?" she quipped, her voice dry but laced with humor.

They all burst into tired laughter, the tension easing for a moment as Clara injected Freya with the recovery serum, her movements swift and precise.

Freya barely flinched, her blue eyes steady, though her body sagged with exhaustion.

"Now tell us, Kael," Rhea said, still sprawled on the street, her voice regaining its edge. "Why didn’t you use the rat poison earlier? It would’ve saved so much time and energy. We wouldn’t have had to risk our lives fighting them."