Overtime

twenty ✧ || consideration

As word spread that there was no bomb threat, rather just a gunman, the student body calmed. Once they caught word that the threat had been dealt with, swarms of students and staff began to congregate outside of the front doors, wondering when they would be granted access back in.

One by one, members of the Overtime team began to stream out. First were the twins, assisting the captive teachers out and leading them emergency responders waiting with blankets. As the twins approached, shaken victims in hand, the officers already began to swat them away, not wanting to be within proximity of the monsters. Luckily for them, they didn't care. They weren't aiming to stay long.

"Professor!" Ace wailed, turning on his heel away from the responders, scanning for the very creator that turned them into the monsters all those around them feared. The last leg of their mission — getting those staff members to safety — was dealt with. Now they could focus on what they actually wanted to give attention to, their team. "Chaos is down!"

Out of the corner Rogue's eye, he spotted Glendhall perk at the comment, turning from where he was giving a statement to a police officer to spot who the proclamation came from. Rogue's stare moulded into a glare, spinning with haste and making his way back to the entrance, ensuring their teammates were behind them.

In the midst of their grief, their panic, their mourning, the crowd surrounding them blurred into one mass. Emergency crews had already roped off the walkway, enabling only first responders and Overtimers to wander inside it. They were like caged animals in a zoo: the public watching as they emerged from their spectacle. They wandered back and forth in a panic, the police tape acting as the glass keeping them from the outside world.

"Professor!" Ace wailed, scanning the crowd desperately for the very man they were looking for — for the only one who could save the girl they loved.

Sliding his way past Glendhall, immersed in a discussion with the officers that had been getting the principal's statement, emerged the very man they were looking for. He watched slowly at first, but quickened his pace upon hearing the continued, desperate cries.

Rogue, scurrying and meeting Fury on the front steps, only recognized that The Professor had heard them given the male's wide-eyes through his glasses. The moment Fury took off running, Rogue threw himself into step behind him. Rogue and Ace both snapped their legs into motion, jolting up to The Professor's sides before snapping their mechanics off. They were so engrossed in the magnitude of the situation that the horrified gasps at their powers were blurred into background noise.

"What happened?"

"She got shot." Ace fumbled out, desperately gesturing toward the school's main doors. "In the chest. It's bad."

Fury, finally catching up with the bunch, adjusted his glasses against his nose in a panic. "Snow's bringing her out."

"If she's going to be fixed she needs to be fixed fast."

"Fixed?" The Professor posed, brows pressed in both panic and confusion.

Before they could further explain, before they could plead for his assistance, the creaking of the doors silenced the muttering crowd. Blackwind exited first, rushing through and slamming it open with his artificial hand. "Help! Professor!" He wailed, his eyes wide with misery. The unknown was clouding the judgment of everyone. They didn't care that they were being stared at, they didn't care about the hushed mumbles all around, and they didn't care about being seen as freaks. They had only one goal in mind: saving the life of one of their own.

As Blackwind threw himself down the stairs, tumbling madly toward the only person that could save their teammate, the door slammed on its hinges once more.