Surrendering Sanity

Stirring Arousal

Bellamy knew the owner of the voice instantly. The cry for help making everything else fade from his mind. His body stiffened as the strong need to protect filled him. She wasn't anywhere in sight as he searched in the dirrection his name had been called.

The large mans chest tightened at the realization. Needing in that moment to see her freckled face. Have those endless ocean eyes starring back at him in defiance and not with the terror he had heard in her voice.

Casey broke through the treeline in a flash. A strong pair of dark arms catching her shoulders and nearly knocking her from her footing. Her momentum making the stop rough as she gasped in fear and pain.

Blue eyes found Miller as she turned to face her captor, her body instantly leaning against his support. A sweet boy she knew from lockup. A safe friend. Her gaze moved over the faces that regarded her in mixed emotions as she absently heard the man speak her name worriedly. Some looking at her like she was batshit crazy. Others regarding her with fear, or annoyance.

Casey had the feeling she had interrupted something big, a group was gathered. A majority of the delinquents standing at the dropship in the traditional ring for a brawl. They where savages. Couldn't they see working together was the only way to survive?

Then she noticed it, and the edge of hysteria she had been teetering on slipped away.

'First son. First to Dye.'

Wells was on the defensive, his fists raised in preparation for the fight as Murphy faced off against him a knife in hand.

A knife she knew he would use to kill the chancellors son. A knife she'd had him make.

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The small womans body was trembling. Miller tightened his hold on her in an effort to give comfort. His gaze studied her closely, looking for any sign of injuries. Casey was putting the full weight of her body against him, her legs shaky and he could tell she was having trouble staying on her feet. The brunettes freckled cheeks where flushed. Her forehead glistening with perspiration. She looked terrified and exhausted.

Her ocean gaze found golden pools with a look of pure desperation. Bellamy was already moving closer, worry shinning in those intense eyes of his as she frowned in answer. Brunette strands whipping around her face as she shook her head fervently in the negative. Tears gathering at the corners of her emotional eyes.

Casey didn't need Bellamy in that moment. The only thing she needed was for him to keep Wells safe.

Anger clouded his features but his stride never slowed, the brunette with a frustrated sigh pushed away from Miller and headed to Wells aid herself.
Brushing away the tears quickly as she willed herself to hold the rest back.

Casey stubbornly ignored how safe his touch made her feel as Bellamy snaked his arm around her waist. The man stopping her with a determined set to his jaw as she had attempted to walk past him. The sound of his masculine voice washing over her and dampened some of the fear.

"What's wrong?"

However, she ignored him. Casey's narrowed gaze focusing solely on Murphy as her hands gripped Bellamys arm for support. His body moving closer so she could lean into his side.

"You spelled die wrong. You fucking idiot."

Murphy turned his body to face her. The hand with the knife dropping to his side as he scowled in answer.

"Mind your own business!"

"He!" Pointing a finger in Wells dirrection the brunette added a clear warning to her tone. "Is my business!"