Overtime

eleven ✧ || exposure

Just as they burst through the door to the stairwell, all pouring down the concrete steps, Jay sputtered from the back of their group. "What's our plan?"

"We don't have one." Dustin spat back, darting down stairs two steps at a time.

"That's a horrible plan."

Colten grunted as he threw open the last set of metal doors in their way, now leading to the back parking lot and, just beyond that, the field. "Our job is to stop violence however we can." He turned, gasping for air as he paused, only doing so to make sure they were all there. "So that's what we need to try to do."

"We just need to get involved and make sure no one gets killed."

Raymond sputtered at Dustin's brutal claim. "Or hurt! That's our real job."

"Look," Aubrey scoffed. "We don't have time for this. We just need to stop this, it doesn't matter how we do it."

"Just keep yourselves in check." Colten claimed, giving a serious nod to the group before him as he turned back to the field, breaking into a run. "As much as you can."

"Just do whatever's necessary." Aubrey called over his shoulder as she darted after him, their crew suddenly throwing themselves in full force into the centre of the beast.

Aubrey slammed herself to a halt just before the mass of students, her hands balled into urgent fists as she glanced back and forth. All she needed to do was find someone with a weapon. If she could take it, or break it, or even find a way to subdue them, she would do it.

After all, they needed to keep their powers under wraps. That didn't mean they weren't allowed to use them.

Through the corner of her eye, Aubrey caught a glint of something. Her neck flashed in the direction it came from. Her stare instantly settled on the gun wedged into the back pocket of a pair of jeans worn by a male violently pinning another to the ground.

Without thinking twice, without creating a plan, she darted for them.

Noah and Jay, meanwhile, spotted two teenage girls throwing each other to the ground, clawing at each other's heads and throats. The way in which they were attacking each other seemed almost bloodthirsty, so the duo started for them with urgency, keeping their legs in check as they went.

Dustin didn't hesitate before throwing himself into the action. He refused to search for a target, and instead forced himself between any group in the midst of a brawl. Flicking his wrist into action, he gripped the back of a male pinning another to the floor and with ease ripped him off, tossing him to the ground behind him. Just as the other began to stand, ready to fight once more, Dustin's hand slammed against his back, forcing him to the ground once more.

The sight caused any bystanders to pause. They were awestruck by the sight: a student tossing another teen over their shoulder like a piece of paper.

"Don't." Dustin's stare was cold and daring as he spoke to one of the men, a hand outstretched and ready to force him back if he dared stand. Flicking his wrist back into a more proper position, he spoke again, no longer bothering to keep eye contact. "Leave." Then, he departed, ready to rip apart the next group in the midst of action.

The two men involved pushed themselves to their feet, the one on the ground struggling. But, upon standing, the two fled the scene entirely.

Just to Dustin's left, at the mere instant he was hoisting two men off another they had pinned to the floor, Noah and Jay were in the process of pushing the two girls apart.

"Where's the guy?" Jay mumbled through a groan, both hands locked on one of the female's arms, pushing her to the ground to keep her from attacking him.