Chapter 25: The Rage Below

The shoreline echoed with the chaos of alarms and clashing footsteps. Bunnyman and Lady Tape pushed through the open path outside the facility, guiding the freed children toward the boat they had hidden nearby.

"Just a little further!" Bunnyman shouted, glancing back at the distant tower now glowing red with flashing lights.

One of the kids suddenly collapsed to his knees.

"Hey—are you okay?" Bunnyman asked, kneeling beside him.

The kid's head shot up violently. His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing erratic. Then—he screamed, lunging at Bunnyman with inhuman speed.

Bunnyman reeled from the unexpected blow, barely keeping his balance. The child wasn't alone. More of them began trembling, their bodies twitching, veins swelling unnaturally as something inside them took hold.

"What the hell is this…?" Lady Tape muttered.

"They've been drugged," Bunnyman said. "It's triggering something... primal."

The kids—now full of erratic strength—rushed them.

Bunnyman gritted his teeth. "I have to stop them. Carefully."

One by one, he blocked and parried, knocking each child out just enough to keep them from hurting themselves or anyone else. His strikes were swift, efficient—measured to avoid lasting harm.

"I promise, I'll come back for you all," he said softly as he laid the last child down.

Lady Tape had already moved ahead, covering their path back to the boat. "More guards incoming," she warned, flicking her wrists and ensnaring two men with a quick burst of tape.

Just as they reached the edge of the shoreline—

BOOM.

The ground split slightly near them. A crater formed where something had just landed from above.

Out of the dust stepped a massive figure.

The same one from before.

Bunnyman tensed. "It's him."

He braced himself as the figure charged. Their fists clashed in the moonlight. Lady Tape leapt into the air, using a crane for momentum and lashing down her tape like whips, but the figure broke free with sheer brute force.

The docks shook. Water splashed. The fight escalated into a blur of movement and sparks under the industrial lights.

They were both being pushed to the edge.

Then—

CRACK!

From behind, a black-gloved fist slammed into the mysterious figure's ribs—hard.

CRUNCH.

The figure was launched sideways, crashing through a container, coughing violently.

Bunnyman and Lady Tape turned sharply.

A man stood in the shadows, silent, unmoving.

Neither of them recognized him.

But one thing was clear—

He was no ordinary ally.

And he was none other than

Deadknight.