Overtime

twelve ✧ || recoil

Violently, they were pinned to the football field's floor by police the instant they hit the scene. None of them tried to put up a fight. Instead, they merely raised their hands, accepting their exposure as it was.

As best as she could, despite her shaking fingers, Aubrey attempted to bandage her wrist as much as possible before anyone carted her away. The last thing she needed was to be accused of assaulting an officer for a power she could only remotely control.

Not a power - she took that back - a curse.

Aubrey could remember her face being forced into the grass, all of her fellow Overtimers following suit shortly after. While the police had full intentions to arrest the troupe, Mr. Glendhall demanded they be cuffed and placed in his office.

Seeing as the city was in on the ordeal, the police obeyed, dismissing staff and students by claiming police cars that had driven out back to remove them, and that the building was then safe for re-entry.

Little did they know.

For the entirety of the afternoon, they remained there. Silently stuffed into the principal's office, too horrified of the unknown to dare speaking to one another. None of them knew what was to come when Glendhall entered. None of them knew how badly they were to be crucified. So, eyes closed, they kept their mouths shut.

The sun gradually began to set, and the last bell of the school day had long since rung. Through the thinly veiled walls, the six could hear students shuffling out the front doors, desperate to escape the building filled with havoc. After all, it had been one of - if not /the/ - strangest school day of theirs to date.

Despite the bell having long since sounded, the group remained by their lonesome in the office. They stayed still and silent. Every minute that passed was another drenched in dread.

/Slam/.

"Unbelievable."

"We need to deal with one thing at a time, Glendhall." The voice, and the formality in it, caused all six backs to stiffen.

Before them sauntered The Professor, pausing beside Mr. Glendhall's desk. The principal's hands folded in front of him as he sat down in his usual seat but, despite his calm nature, he came off as cold. Bitter. Stern. He stared down each Overtime before speaking. They all mutely stared back.

"Well," he began with a sigh, his words fluttering atop of it. "It seems like given the circumstances, and given the parents threatening to sue for enabling you all to enroll, you need to be removed." His gaze grew harsher. "Effective immediately."

None of the six were remotely surprised. None of their stares faltered. After all, they expected this. This was nothing they hadn't already seen coming.

Before The Professor could continue, however, Glendhall lifted a hand. His stare locked onto the six before him, but the motion alone silenced the doctor beside him. "Enough." His voice was bitter and bored, yet still proved effective.

Glendhall cleared his throat, adjusting the way his hands folded against the desk. His gaze lingered against the wood as he began. "This experiment isn't over. I don't plan on it being ended so abruptly. You all still prove to be of value to us." Halfway through his sentence his stare lifted, settling against Aubrey before grazing against the others.

The Professor scoffed, shock riddling his bones. "Mr. Glendhall, you must be--"

"Let me finish." He spat, not daring to glance to his side. Missing only a beat, he continued. "Part of your mission was to ensure the safety and protection of our students. Despite exposing your powers," he dwelled on the term, hoping to seep the guilt further into their bones. "You did meet that, and /only/ that, requirement."