Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 192: Now I kill you.

Tila sneered.

"Oh. You can’t, can you?"

Kitty nodded slowly, once.

Weakly.

Her hands trembled as she raised them—palms open.

Not threatening.

She touched her chest.

Then pointed... at Kael.

Tila slowed.

She watched the motion.

Back and forth. Kitty touching her chest, then gesturing toward Kael—over and over.

It wasn’t a spell. Wasn’t an attack.

It was something else.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Kitty staggered, pointed to Kael again—this time her whole body swaying.

And then—

She turned her hand.

Pointed at Tila.

Then slowly... shook her head.

Tila’s scowl deepened. Her grip on the shadow blade tightened. "What the hell are you saying...?"

Kitty made another gagging sound.

Tried again.

Her throat moved like she was forcing the words, but there was nothing behind it.

Just pain.

Her lips formed a shape—

—Kael.

Tila’s breath caught.

She didn’t want to understand.

But she did.

"She tried to scream for him," she muttered. "She wasn’t aiming at me?"

She looked down at the dried blood on her own ribs.

That blast had missed her heart by inches.

Missed... on purpose?

Kitty collapsed to her knees, arms hanging limp at her sides, head bowed.

She didn’t try to scream again.

Didn’t lift her hands.

Tila stepped forward, shadow-blade rising.

"I don’t like you anyway. You’re just fucking useless."

"Now I kill you."

Tila’s voice was a death sentence.

Her shadow-arm shifted, reforming into a jagged cleaver of rippling black, its edge dancing like oil over steel. She raised it high above the kneeling girl.

Kitty was still.

Blood painted her face in long, drying streaks.

Her hoodie—once slate gray—was now stained crimson and torn at the shoulders.

One of her sleeves had been blown off entirely, exposing bruises, her skin pale beneath the grime.

She knelt on the cracked concrete, spine bowed.

Her green hair hung limp over her face, stuck in clumps to sweat and blood.

Her eyes fluttered—glazed, barely conscious, no longer tracking motion.

She didn’t flinch.

She didn’t look up.

Her lips moved—just slightly—but no voice came.

No scream. Not even breath.

Only a sick, broken gag.

Her chest hitched once. T

hen again.

A half-cough. A struggle to speak.

To explain. Maybe even beg.

But whatever words lived in her throat had drowned long before the shadows did.

Tila didn’t hesitate.

The blade snapped downward.

Clack.

The edge vanished just before it touched skin.

The weapon dissolved into smoke and nothing.

Tila’s arm swung downward, but weakly—like something unseen had just severed her will to strike.

She stumbled a step back, blinking.

"What the—?"

Then she saw it.

The collar around her neck.

Active. Glowing. Suppressing her power.

She spun around, shadows crackling at her fingertips—only to fizzle instantly against her skin.

Kael stood behind her.

His shirt was torn, blood soaking through the left side.

His chest rose and fell unevenly, his jaw clenched against pain.

He winked.

"You—" she choked. "You fucking bastard. How dare you put the leash back on me."

Kael didn’t move.

He didn’t have to.

His eyes were locked on the girl collapsed in front of them.

"She’s not fighting anymore."

Tila stepped between them again, voice sharp. "She screamed at me. She tried to kill me."

"No," Kael said. "She aimed near you. She missed. On purpose." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Tila scoffed. "You don’t miss with a power like that."

Kael’s voice remained steady. "She could’ve killed me when I answered the door. But she didn’t. Could’ve blown out the Haven walls and ruptured your ears when you spread around your shadows. But she didn’t. Every time she used her power—it was only after the blonde guy told her to."

Tila’s jaw tightened.

"She’s not a hunter, nor of anyone’s side" Kael added. "She’s a tool. Someone else keeps pulling the trigger."

Kitty let out another weak, involuntary sound.

Her fingers twitched again, barely curling against the floor.

Kael gestured gently.

"I saw her. She never pursued. Never chased. Never took initiative to harm any of you, by herself."

Tila clenched her fists, collar humming.

"She still hurt us."

"She was used," Kael said. "She never even looked at you during that last scream—her eyes were shut. And even then... she pulled it."

He looked down at the girl.

"That last shot—she grazed you. Could’ve ruptured your ribs. Instead she skimmed the edge of your torso. Close enough to hurt you, not kill you."

"You think that makes her innocent?"

"No," he said simply. "But it doesn’t make her our enemy."

Tila looked at Lila. "And you? You agree with this bullshit?"

Lila didn’t answer right away.

She just watched Kitty.

The girl’s lips moved again—silent.

Her eyes half-open, filled with some silent grief no one could read.

"She hesitated," Lila said at last. Her voice was low. "She... stopped herself."

Tila growled. "She’s still one of them."

"She’s bleeding out," Kael said. "She can’t speak. She can’t stand. She hasn’t lifted a hand since we took down Radric. She’s not trying to fight. Not anymore."

Tila’s voice shook with old fire. "You really plan to carry her out of here like some broken puppy?"

"She needs a hospital."

"Why do you care?"

Kael finally looked at her—really looked. "Because she didn’t want this."

Silence again.

Tila folded her arms. "So now what? You want a little rescue mission? Us, her, and your hero complex driving off into the sunset?"

Kael’s response was quiet, but firm. "You’re coming too."

Tila stared at him like he’d grown two heads.

Kael continued, voice low but unwavering. "You two can’t stay here. Not collared. Not after this. The Haven’s compromised. This whole place is a neon sign to scavengers now."

Tila’s eyes flicked toward the blown-open entryway.

The blood. The burn marks.

The broken drone in the corner, still sizzling with shorted circuits.

"...And you’re just going to let us ride with you?"

"I’m not offering twice."

She sneered. "What if we say no?"

Kael nodded toward the cracked wall. "Then you wait here for the next guy with a gun and a grudge. Collared. Powerless. Alone."

"Not alone," Tila said, her eyes narrowing with mischief.

Kael’s expression froze.

Tila turned, eyes locked on her sister. "Lila."

Lila tilted her head.

"You’re not wearing your collar."

Lila blinked.

Tila grinned like a wolf. "You’re still free."

Kael didn’t move, but his hand subtly dipped into his back pocket.

Tila stepped closer to Lila. "You hear that, sis? We can end this right now. No more collars. No more smug bastard talking down to us. You just have to hit him once. And then we can return back to our daily life."

Kael lifted a finger, calm. "You really want to decide things like this?"

Tila ignored him, her eyes locked with Lila’s. "Come on. Just kill him already. What are you waiting for."

Lila looked at Kael. Her stare lingered.

Kael held her gaze — steady, unreadable.

Then, he pointed casually downward.

"At your feet," he said quietly. "Look."

Both twins reflexively glanced down.

Tila’s eyes narrowed. "What—"

Click.

The collar snapped around Lila’s neck in a blur.

Tila’s head whipped back up, too late.

Kael stood between them, collar already holstered.

Lila blinked, stunned.

Tila let out a furious shriek.