An alarm blared incessantly, noise drowning out the peaceful thoughts of pseudo-sleep. Jerking upright, he smashed his hand onto the small electronic peace, cutting out the noise violently. He never did understand why he kept the thing despite all the pains it caused. Swiveling so that his legs hung off the side of the bed, he threw the covers back, neglecting to fix their state. Looking at the vibrant red numbers on the clock's display, he saw it was 5:00 a.m. Perfect, he thought, just enough time to make a damned bagel and get out of here. Groaning as he stretched out the soreness that had settled in his body after going to the gym last night, he dressed quickly yet immaculately, finding time to quickly polish his medals and cuffs before donning his police uniform.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled. The suit fit him, as if Samuel was born to be an enforcer of the law. A handsomely dressed one at that. A badge rested on his shoulder, identifying him as a Sergeant Major of the Aurora Police Department. Despite being offered promotion to captain, Samuel had declined the offer, believing he could do more good out in the streets than in a cubicle.
Looking down at the watch on his wrist, an expensive affair passed down through his family since his grandfather gave it to Samuel's own father. Seeing the time, he bolted to the microwave where a slightly steaming bagel rested, grabbing it before securing his service weapon, a Heckler&Koch HK45, a weapon he had spent a long time procuring. Hopping into his police cruiser, he began dashing through the fairly empty streets. It just wouldn't do to be late.
"Secure the bastard!" Samuel yelled at the three officers wrangling with Jared. Blood dripped from his face and his arm seemed to be broken, a vacant look in his eyes. Despite the apparent unawareness, he struggled viciously against the officers attempting to restrain him. Lashing out, one of the men cursed as his hand was bitten by the boy, drawing blood.
Unhooking his tazer, Samuel shot Jared, causing him to spasm as thousands of volts coursed through his body. Slumping, handcuffs quickly secured his hands while a rag was tied around the boys mouth to prevent him from biting anyone else. Samuel grimaced as he removed the pins of the tazer, stuffing them in the cartridge until he could rearm it later. Jared had been reported wandering around the streets, seemingly in a craze. With nothing else to do, several police units had come to the location where he had last been seen. Following a girl's scream, they found him in Victoria's room and quickly took him away.
Watching as Jared was shoved into the back of one of the cruisers, Samuel shuddered as he looked into Jared's eyes. A cold, blank stare gazed back at him, crazed. Jumping into his own cruiser, he made his way back home. By that time, it was already 9:00 p.m. Forgoing a serious dinner, he heated up left-overs from yesterday before setting to work on paperwork. There was always paperwork. At least it took his mind off of what had happened at the apartment complex.