I stood next to my sister looking down at the grave of the only person I knew as a child. I knew I didn't deserve to feel sadness about Well's death, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't pinpoint it to guilt and regret over the way I treated him, I knew it was different.

I missed him.

Clarke was kneeling next to the shallow grave and I knew she felt the same. She had been just as cold to him as I was, but Clarke was never meant to be cruel. Our situation had been rough on me, but Clarke was never the cruel one. It was Abby who had ruined my childhood.

I heard a twig snap behind me, but didn't move. Clarke on the other hand was on her feet with a blade pointed behind me. I tensed when I saw the blade, it was as if my body was ready for a fight.

I quickly shook off the notion, choosing to believe I wasn't a killing machine, and turned to see Finn staring wide eyed at Clarke. "You two shouldn't be out here alone." He said. "What if I was a grounder?"

"Any grounder who comes near me will be dead in a matter of seconds." I told him. He chuckled too, almost as if I had known him my entire life. As if we had been chummy like bros.

"They got Wells just outside the wall." Finn said turning to Clarke as if I was chopped liver. So much for chummy bros. I rolled my eyes in annoyance of being ignored and left them to their sexual tension.

I made my way inside the camp and into the drop ship. I could feel Bellamy's gaze from across the room, but ignored him. He hadn't spoken to me since I killed Adam. I didn't know if he was scared or if he just didn't care.

I know he thanked me after the deed was done, but that gratitude seemed to be short lived.

I made my way over to Monty who was working on communication with the Ark. "Anything new?" I asked. He shook his head slightly, indicating he wasn't any closer to talking to the Ark since day one.

"Why do you care? It's not like you want Ark to follow."

I opened my mouth to retort, but chose not to. It's not like he was wrong, I hated the idea of the Ark landing on Earth and taking away my freedom once more. "You're right, I don't care."

Monty raised one brow slightly, questioning my answer. I wanted to elaborate, that I despised the idea of the Ark coming down. Flashes of my time in the Skybox actually stopped my breathing. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I actually feared what would happen once the Ark landed.

Despite knowing this, I also know that the other delinquents aren't going to survive on their own. Granted they were stronger than the Ark gave them credit for, the grounders were coming. They got Wells right outside the border, just like Space Walker had said.

When Monty realized I wasn't going to elaborate he returned to his work on the bracelet. The sound of heavy footsteps forced me to look up as Clarke entered the small part of the dropship. Her eyes landed on Monty and she completely entered the room.

"Do you need another bracelet?"

Monty looked up at us. "A working bracelet would be great, if there was one left."

I took a step back as Clarke crossed the space, holding her arm out for Monty. "Take mine." She insisted, causing both Monty and I to raise a brow. Only I didn't question it.

"I thought you didn't want anyone else to take their wristband."

Clarke was quick to respond to Monty's suspicion, not emotion crossed her features. "We need to contact the Ark as fast as we can."

She sat down next to him as he pried the bracelet off. He used a few of his tools to do it gently. I noticed Finn enter the room, but didn't take my eyes off of Clarke. She had never done something reckless before, there had to be a reason for this.

"I did it." Monty said when he got the bracelet off. "It's still operational." He was smiling and I noticed a small smirk on Clarke's face as well.

She moved to brush past me, but I reached out and grabbed her arm. "Why did you do that? I thought Mom didn't deserve it."

I smirked as I watched her small smile fall in an instant. "You were right, I was an idiot for not seeing it. You're not the only one pissed at her."

"And what does the princess have to be pissed about?"

Clarke narrowed her eyes at me and ripped her arm out of my grasp. "She got Dad floated."

I froze at her words, I let her walk away. I stared at the place she once occupied as I let this new information sink in. I always knew Abby was a terrible person for what she did to me, but getting her own husband floated? How did she even sleep at night?

And worst of all, I had blamed Clarke for two years for something that wasn't even her fault. Granted, I had other reasons to despise her, the extent of my hatred should've only been sibling based.

The hatred I felt my mother only grew each day, but it was becoming easier to hate her. I felt something well up in my chest at the thought of treating Clarke like I would my mother. Maybe it was guilt, she was my twin.

I shook my head as I realized Monty and Finn had been staring at me. These feelings, they were new, and they were taking me by surprise.

I left the room in a hurry, I saw Clarke head towards the wall but I chose to go the opposite way. I thought I felt guilt, but I couldn't confront her yet. She wasn't a saint, granted she didn't get our father killed like I had thought, but she was still the twin allowed to leave our pod.

As I started to walk around the drop ship, running a hand through my hair as I took a deep breath. A shout had me looking towards the wall, Clarke no longer in sight. "Hey, you think the grounders are just going to wait for us to finish the wall?"

I watched as Murphy approached a kid, he was on his knees. "Maybe we should let the little girl do the heavy lifting for you, huh?" Murphy gestured to Charlotte who looked like attention was the last thing she wanted.

"I just need some water, okay?" He paused, as if he had to ask permission for such a simple request. "Then I'll be fine."

I felt my hand twitch up into a fist as I watched Murphy look ready to decline. Luckily Bellamy beat me to them. "Get the guy some water." He demanded, before turning to Charlotte with a smirk. "You got this?"

She stopped what she was doing, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as she moved to help lift. Bellamy's smirk got even wider as he moved to lift. "I'm just kidding." He told her.

As Bellamy moved away from the scene, I started to relax. That is until I was forced to witness Murphy unzip his pants and take a pissed on the poor kid. Suddenly I was sixteen again, right after my father had died.

I sat on the ground in the fetal position, silent tears streaming down my face as I received more hits to my stomach and backside. Any thing that was exposed was bound to be bruised by the time they were done.

I let out a ear splitting scream as pain flashed through me, not regular pain. This was on a whole different level from the normal hits, lightning seemed to flash before my eyes.

I heard the faint sounds of laughter, the guards. Their laughter seemed to mix in with Murphy's as I brought myself back to the present. My feet moved me forward as I shoved Murphy back. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I was instantly surrounded by his followers, shoved back onto my ass. I was quick to get back up though, narrowing my eyes at Murphy. "He said he wanted a water break. Get back to work."

I shook my head, glancing down at the kid. "What's your name?"

He didn't meet my eyes, keeping them glued to the ground. "Connor."

"Go to the dropship and change. Be back in half an hour, if anyone gives you shit, tell them they better come talk to me." I told him as I helped him up. He gave me a small nod as he went.

"Hey, he's supposed to be working on the wall." Murphy said, stepping closer as if to intimidate me. He reached, his hands latching onto the collar of my shirt and forcing me back a few steps. I was quick to retaliate, reaching for the cool metal of my knife.

"What? Too scared to fight after our last spar?"

I snarled, without a second thought my hands went to his neck as I forced him onto the ground. I reached for my knife again while he was trying to catch his breath and placed it against his neck. "Lowlifes like you should know when to quit, while you're ahead."

A bellow from behind had me freezing momentarily. "What the hell is going on?"

Murphy took this distraction to shove me off, he scrambled to his feet. "I don't know, Bell, she just came at me out of no where." He snapped, narrowing his eyes at me.

I glared at him. "You little liar, I have half a mind to cut your dick off and sew it back onto your head so everyone can see how much of a dick you are." I growled out, taking a step forward only for Bellamy to roughly grab my arm.

He dragged me away from the scene and to the back of the dropship, near my tree. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? What made you think giving power to a power hungry jack-ass like Murphy was a good idea? All he does is abuse the power you give him, just like the guards on the Ark!"

He didn't respond and we sat in silence for a few minutes. I took a deep breath, thinking back on my words. "Are you willing to take his place?"

I froze at his words. "We've been over this, I don't know how to be a leader."

"Nobody does, until they try it." He paused as he examined my face. "Tell me what happened, Sunshine."

I sighed once more. "After you left, Murphy thought it would be funny to take piss on Connor. If Murphy thinks that's what a water break is, he obviously must drink his own piss. Maybe that's why he's such a dick."

I noticed Bellamy's lip twitch slightly, but he didn't laugh at my commentary. "Then where was Connor."

"I sent him to the dropship to change, told him if anyone gives him shit to send them to me." I crossed my arms as I looked to the ground. It wasn't that I was ashamed, it was that I had taken control of the situation in a way that would only prove Bellamy's point.

"I get your point, Bellamy. I do, but they will not follow me without me scaring the shit out of them. Not with Murphy and his followers walking around like they own the place."

He said nothing, he didn't get the chance to as Octavia ran over to us. "Bell, I need to show you something." When neither of us moved she sighed. "Like now, both of you."

Bellamy followed her without anymore persistence, once I was alone I decided it would be wise to follow as well. They lead me to a tent with what seemed to be a round table in the center, very Author like. On the table were two black fingers and a knife.

"How many people know about this?" Bellamy asked, I glanced to Clarke to see her face completely emotionless.

"No one." Octavia informed. "We brought it straight here."

"What does it mean?" Jasper asked, looking at all of us.

I smirked as Clarke started. "The grounders didn't kill Wells."

"One of us did."

Clarke looked me over carefully. "Casey, I hate to ask, but-"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "No, you love the fact that you can ask. Just as cruel as Abby was, but no, Clarke. I didn't do it, if I were to murder anybody in camp it'd be Murphy."

Everything was quiet for a moment. "What about me? Would you kill me?"

A smirk crawled up my lips as I looked from the knife to Clarke's blue eyes. "Don't tempt me, Clarke. And while the thought is very appealing, this isn't about us right now." I looked back to the knife. "We need to keep this quiet."

Clarke shook her head, grabbing the knife and heading for the flap of the tent. She almost made it out, if not for Bellamy. "Get out of my way, Bellamy." He voice was lower than it had been before.

"Be smart about this, Casey is right. We need to keep this quiet, look at what we've accomplished. The wall, the patrols. Whether you like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

"Good for you, you mean." Clarke snapped. "What? Keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's it." Bellamy told her. "It's good for all of us, fear of the grounders is building that wall. Besides, what are you going to do? Walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? We don't even know who's knife that is."

"Oh, really?" She asked as she held the knife up. "JM. John Murphy. The people have a right to know." She stormed out in a huff, not giving any of us a second glance.

Before another sigh could pass my lips I found myself following her. Bellamy was a few steps behind me, but he lowered his voice and dipped his head next to my ear as we followed. "Don't tell me you agree with her."

I rolled my eyes glancing back at him. "No, she's thinking recklessly because she's letting her emotions get the best of her. I'm going to make sure Murphy doesn't kill her while she's doing it."

"Why do you care?"

I didn't answer, and I didn't look back at him. Instead I followed behind Clarke and watched as she confronted Murphy. "The grounders killed Wells, not me." He claimed calmly.

"You hated him. You wanted him dead. I know what you did and you're going to pay for it." She said in a low voice. He glanced back at Bellamy and the others who had followed me.

"Bellamy, tell me you don't believe this crap. If it wasn't the grounders anyone here could have done it. A lot of people hated him." Murphy begged, trying to plead his case. I frowned as I realized he didn't look guilty, but he did look nervous. I kept my mouth shut as I waited for this to be over with.

"Yeah, but you're the only one who got in knife fight with him." Clarke said.

"Tried to kill Jasper, too." Octavia added, I rolled my eyes at her statement. That was not helping anything, the entire conversation wasn't helping.

"This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you. I don't have to answer to anyone." Murphy cried.

"Come again?" Bellamy asked.

He seemed to freeze in fear of Bellamy. Bellamy gave him the power, and Murphy knew he could take it away whenever he wanted. So instead he chose to suck up to him. "Bellamy, I'm telling you man. I didn't do it." He said as a last attempt.

"They found his fingers next to your knife." Bellamy stated.

"Is this the society that we want? You say we don't need any rules, but does that mean kill each other without punishment?" Clarke asked the crowd, turning away from Murphy.

"Clarke." I said in a warning voice, but she ignored me along with everyone else. Murphy continued to deny her claim and some idiot in the crowd, I think it was Connor, offered to float him. It was like we were still on the Ark, and once again I was powerless to do anything about it.

"That's not what I meant." Clarke insisted, backtracking as she realized her mistake.

"Why not? He deserves to be floated. It's justice!" Connor started chanting. "Float him. Float him." The others joined him and I had to hold in a groan.

Murphy looked ready to run for it, but was tripped. Everything happened in a blur and next thing I know the crowd is swarming around Murphy, taking him to the tree. They're going to hang him. Clarke is shouting for them to stop.

I glanced to Bellamy, his face was like stone as he watched the scene unfold. He wasn't going to do anything about this, it wasn't even his mess.

"You can stop this!" Clarke shouted, moving towards Bellamy who brushed past her. "They'll listen to you."

"This is on you, Princess!" He shouted back, looking from her to Murphy.

"You should do it." Connor said, he was looking at Bellamy who seemed taken aback by his words. I wasn't too shocked, that's what it meant to be a leader. You dealt the punishments.

So I didn't protest when Bellamy moved forward, Murphy even had the gull to beg for his life.

Finn came out as Bellamy kicked the barrel out from under Murphy, Murphy struggling for every breath. "Hey, cut him down!" He shouted. He didn't get too close before Connor pulled a knife on him. Finn's eyes instantly became wide with fear.

"Stop! Murphy didn't kill Wells!" I turned to Charlotte. "I did."

I shook my head as I ran over to Bellamy and grabbed the ax from his pants and threw it at the rope, cutting Murphy down. Finn ran over to Murphy while I shoved Charlotte into the closest tent followed by Bellamy and Clarke.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked as I knelt down to her level.

"I was just trying to slay my demons."


So, here's another chapter. This one I wrote in my Personal Finance class again, this class is incredibly stupid and a waste of my time, but at least some good came out of it.

Let me know what you think, what do you think of Casey's character so far in this re-write? I know not a lot has changed, that's mainly because there hasn't been a lot of room for change but the next chapter's got some new shit planned.

IF you liked this chapter tell me, I don't know if you know this but it encourages me to write more.

-mistysherwood1