Surrendering Sanity

The Insanity Begins

It hadn't taken her long to find him. John Murphy was crouched by the side of the dropship, the earlier group of boys at his back, as he was busy at work carving something into the metals surface. All of them talked in hushed whispers and giggles as Casey approuched. They stood close together, blocking the brunettes view of whatever it was they where drawing. A dick probably, knowing John. She watched them silently and shamelessly enjoyed the view of their asses, accept for Murphys. He didn't have one. Content to wait until they finished she contemplated the best approuch.

John Murphy was self centered and boastful. Protraying a domineering display in his own fear of being controlled. What Casey had seen of him he was often vengeful and cruel. Picking fights and then holding grudges as a outlet for whatever internal wars he raged against himself.

However, Murphy was no fool.

He was cunning, maticulous, and knew how to play the game better than most. One thing mattered to John Murphy, survival. He could be your greatest allie and worst friend depending on what there is for him to gain. So all Casey had to do was use that against him. Convincing him he had something to gain by doing her wishes was all it would take. One of the boys, with dark hair and bright blue eyes noticed the brunette.

Adam, she thought that was his name, nudged Murphy with a worried expression. The words he whispered to the other boys irritable 'what' no doubt a warning of her prescence. He straightened instantly turning to face Casey with a cocky smirk and a raise of his brow.

"Need something?"

"I do, actually." Meeting his gaze with hooded eyes and a smirk of her own, she made a show of running her eyes over the boys around him dsmissively before focusing back on John. Her voice coming out sweet as sugar. "Could we talk.... Alone?"

Several raised brows met her request. The shocked and envious look on their faces making the brunette want to laugh, but she held her composure, all of them assuming exactly what she wanted them to. John smirk became more confident, the lust that filled his eyes making her internally shudder. And not in a good way.

"You heard her. Get lost."

They scattered like roaches. Obedient little dogs who followed their masters command without a second thought. Pathetic. Murphy stepped closer and offered a hand. Almost like a true gentlemen. But the thoughts she saw in those eyes where anything but.

"The dropships empty."

Nodding her head with a shy smile Casey slide her hand in his. It was sweaty, his much larger hand swallowing her own as he began to lead them to the entrance. She couldn't wait to see his face when he realized their wasn't a chance in hell. But she couldn't anger him either. As he lead them inside Murphy released her hand and climbed the ladder, checking the upper level to confirm it was indeed empty. Once he dropped back to his feet the excited smile he gave her made the brunette feel almost guilty. Almost. Ignoring the predatory look to his eyes and the sinking feeling she was prey Casey raised her hand in the universal sign to stop. Her chin raised proudly as she stated quickly.

"Where not doing it. So don't even try."

She couldn't help it. the sight of his happiness deflating made her smile. Murphy became instantly irritable. His cheeks tinting lighly pink as he crossed his arms with a scowl.

"The hell did you say it like that for then?!"

"I needed to talk to you, its important. And I knew you would be a dick to look cool in front of your little cronies so instead I boosted their moral in you." Giving him a innocently sweet smile she winked. "Win. Win."

Sighing Murphy rolled his eyes and admitted condescendingly.

"I should of known."

Nodding her head in complete agreement Casey's smile became more sinister.