Surrendering Sanity

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"Don't fucking call him that."

Casey hadn't meant to let that vemon slip as she stepped deliberately infront of Raven. But didn't mind it had. The brunette able to feel the anger on her own face. That 'Hey, Shooter' comment had just been one she couldn't stand.

The young Kane having shot a man once, herself. Had had her  own reasons at the time. And would do it again, if necessary. But being called a murderer and a shooter was a remark no one who couldn't understand had a right to be making.

When it came to survival, or protecting what's precious. There was no line you couldn't cross. Doing evil things, didn't damn as eternally so.

Raven, apparently, didn't care to think about that as impatient irritation tightened her exotic features. Casey was impressed by the latinos determination even as the bitch thought she was bad enough to stand against her.

"What's your problem!?!"

What Casey Kane was doing was a problem. The brunette wasn't oblivious to this and felt rightfully shitty right now. But that didn't change the fact Bellamy Would die if the Ark landed.

"My problems your attitude. He obviously doesn't have it. There ain't shit for proof he took it. So dial it down."

Clarke and Finn were staying uncharacteristically silent. The freckled brunette having to resist the urge to glance their way. No way would her gaze waver first. Yet it seemed neither of the woman would be backing down.

Ravens gaze narrowing in malice as she raised a hand and pointed it dirrectly in Casey's face.

"Then. You. Took my radio." The same hostility she faced Bellamy with was turned on Casey then. The brunette smacking said hand away quickly only angering her more. "Weres my radio!"

"Casey wouldn't of taken it. She wouldn't do that."

Finn had surprisingly jumped to her defense. His words tense and complacive. However, Raven only seemed more irritated by it as her gaze narrowed further.

The atmosphere between the two woman was growing to the point of soon combustion. Had circumstances been different Casey would of already thrown a punch by now. Probably, just for Clarke's sake.

But she was desperately attempting restraint.

"Where is it."

Restraint that had reached it's tipping point. The brunettes stance widening instictual as her body dipped back, fists clenched. It wasn't even all Raven's doing either. Still heartbroken and emotionally raw, Casey just wanted to hit something.

The radio was gone and she'd played her part in it.

"Get out of my way."

Then Bellamy was there. A firm hand on Casey's shoulder as he shoved Raven back a few steps. Those vicious words aimed in a clear warning.

His body coming to close, protectively, and only angering the brunette more at the fact he thought she needed his defense. Bellamy just needed to hurry and leave. Not put himself back in it as Casey was trying to get him off the hook!

"Where is it!!"

The Latino had recovered quickly, and damn relentless, settled that glare on her original target. Bellamy meeting the woman with that ever present brovado of superiority. Impatient irritations clashing.

"I should of killed you when I had the chance."

Bellamy had felt the brunettes already tense shoulders stiffen further at those words. The brief glimpse of her face he had access to revealing her panic. And as if to remind him he'd just fucked up the small woman had pulled on the string across her chest. The tension shifting the bow at her back so it poked him harshly in the gut.