the power those going by the name of law hold in their hands, where actions must be taken in order to control such hideous outbreak. violence, violence, & more violence, watch authoritative figures take matters into hands, watch them break a brutal scene & bring said violence to an end. first step was manage commotion, second step was collecting information, and only then will the innocent go home while the guilty pay penalty for vicious actions.
a man of duty, straight-faced expression he wore, walking head held up high with a grip that didn't waver, not now or ever before. not now when men in uniform scattered the place and questioned viewers, not now when the scene remained unsettled and confirmation has yet to be made.
listen to modulated tone of supposedly stunned young female, sense the anxiety that lies behind deterred eyes. she had the right to know. they always had the right to know, instead of being left in the dark. it was all about the rights after all-- how tense jaws tightened but his eyes remained staring straight in line.
"we do what we have to do. you should've thought about that before you got yourself into this mess."
how words came out so strict and stern, loosen up officer, no need for harshness, it was obvious she was nothing like the rest; no protest, no unnecessary melee or resistance, thus no need for handcuffs, thus no need for rigidity, but oh how committed he was to the process, how well he managed composing such stony face and firm stance. share a quick glance at the petite figure before he continued once again,
"you'll be taken into questioning. you have the right not to answer anything, but be ware that it might be held against you,---" the rush of paramedics to aid the injured brought a reminder of the girl's state, "--before that you should let us know for any major injuries in case you might need medical treatment." partly out of following policy, mainly out of hidden concern, the female's safety was main priority after all.
"you should worry more about yourself than everyone else."
a mess that had gotten way out of hand, too many involved, too many injured, too many arrested by the hands of force, too many that it almost brought a grimace to a noble face, the sight was awfully dire, even for him-- how doll eyes widened in dismay & he was quick to respond, drapping an arm around slim shoulder to usher her with a guarding intent. escort, guide, lead to where police cars stand, a door opened for a frightened figure to settle herself.
hesitance stopped a door halfway from being shut, how hard expression softened with a sigh, & a duty man turned back on his tracks, care now evident in his eyes. so slow, so calm were his movements as he bent down beside the open door where a young woman sat so cautiously through,
he wasn't heartless mind you,
"is there anyone we can notify regarding your whereabouts?"
gentle & moderate was his tone, callous shell cracking at the sight of the bruised figure. how frail she looked sitting at the back of the car, her eyes glistening, shaking even his upright heart, along with the attempt to remain collected and calm. she was frightened, he knew that much, who wouldn't be in a position as such.
it's okay, it's alright,--
one with doll-like eyes, rest your wary heart,
if you did no wrong, there's no need for fright,
justice will remain by your side.
