Surrendering Sanity

Vengeance Isn't Justice

Pure Anarchy. It surrounded them, the delinquents bursting into unrefined chaos. The axe in her grip hitting the forest floor even before Murphy's body did.

That persisting anxiety making the brunette feel as if she couldn't breath as she looked to Bellamy with desperation. Horrified by this news, by her own actions. But the man seemed stunned, standing their with a look of absolute horror. Just starring at Charlotte.

"Get Charlotte out of here!!"

Finns words forced the brunette to focus as she watched him rush forward and grab hold of said girl. Him and Clarke quickly forcing their way past the crowd even as some of the delinquents attempted to box them in. The mob still seeking retribution.

The idea of vengeance, on a child, was absolutely mortifying, unacceptable. Casey feeling like a major hypocrite as she followed after them. Taking lead to shove her self hate out on innocent bystanders. Perhaps it was instinct, it becoming her safe place, but the brunette ended up leading them to Bellamy's tent. Said man having composed himself and not far behind as the young Kane had shoved the three inside.

Gold and Azure clashing as Bellamy slipped past and Casey stayed back, honestly not wanting to be in close quarters with that little bitch. That murderer.

The brunette may not want to see Charlotte hang but that didn't mean Wells death shouldn't be justified. She only hoped the mess she'd caused could be undone. Clarkes call for justice and not vengeance hopefully finally heard.

Because Vengeance wasn't Justice. Vengeance only leading to more violence, when justice, justice paths the way to peace.

God. She'd really fucked this up. Panic taking root.

Casey's gaze running over the twisted faces that had delighted her just moments ago. How the tables had turned. Because now they petrified her. The brunette truly ashamed of herself.

It had just made sense that Murphy would of been the one to do it, not... a child. Charlotte close to Caseys own age when she had taken her first life.

But that didn't excuse her own brutality. Killing John Murphy had been wrong. Well, attempting too. She'd allowed it to become personal. Yet how could she not.

Regardless is was time to reap penance, it seemed. Murphy shoving his way to the front of the crowd that had followed. The enraged man bringing half of them with him. Casey taking one look at his swollen and bloody features and had averted her gaze with a small cringe. Murphy's throat red and raw, blatant evidence of what she had done.

"What?! Now suddenly you can't even look at me?!" There was many underlined emotions  in the way he snarled at her. Casey's sensing the obvious, anger, hate, yet there was also a hint of hurt, betrayal. "Just get out of here! You failed so stay out of my way!"

But speaking from experience, you could only feel betrayed if you cared. And John Murphy didn't give a shit about anyone but himself. He may not have been the one who killed Wells, but he had done plenty other bastardly deeds. Planned to do one now. The brunette meeting his gaze with steel in her sapphire eyes.

"We both know that isn't going to happen."

Again, something past between them. A weighted silence hanging as they simply stared at one another. The crowd waiting to see what came next. Casey wasn't sure what the hell it was either, but it had her heart racing.

Then Murphy's gaze narrowed on her and moved past. His focus shifting to the tent at the brunettes back as he raised his voice.

"Bring out the girl, Bellamy!"