The 100 Imagines/OneShot

John Murphy: Hanging

Wells was dead. It came as a shock to everyone in the camp when they found his body with a gaping hole in his neck. Most people didn't like him, all they could see was Counselor Jaha, but the threat of a grounder attack right outside the camp couldn't be ignored. Most tried to forget the news, going on with their daily lives and their chores. But not Clarke. Even though she had publicly hated Wells, she was still grieving. She spent the whole day inside the drop ship, ignoring everyone and trying to help Monty fix the radio. The camp was quiet, until the unmistakable screaming of Jasper rung out. No on really thought too much of it, he had been doing a lot of screaming lately so everyone went back to work. That is until they saw him running full speed to the drop ship. Bellamy dropped what he was doing and followed, entering the ship quickly after Jasper.

"Clarke! Clarke, you gotta look at this!" Jasper shouted, thrusting his hand at the worn out girl sitting in the corner.

"What is it?" Bellamy said gruffly, walking up from behind Jasper to stand in front of him.

"This..." Jasper said quietly, Bellamy took the rusty knife into his hands and looked at Jasper, clearly confused.

"I found it near where Wells was killed, there were....oh god." Jasper could barely confess what he had found.

"There were his missing fingers..."

Mentioning wells had peaked Clarkes interest, she stood up and walked up to them, yanking the knife from Bellamy's hands. She shifted and turned it over in her hands, her brow furrowed. Suddenly her eyes widen, her fists tighten and she storms out of the drop ship.

"Y/N!" Clarke screams out, anger and pain soaking her voice. The sound of her yelling booms across the camp and startles everyone, especially you. Everyone looks up to see you slowly walking up to her, always hungry for a fight they begin to crowd around you both. She throws the knife to your feet and shoves you.

"Why? Why'd you do it Y/n?" She seethes

"Do what?!" You snap, trying to stay calm.

"Why'd you kill Wells?!?!"

"I didn't kill him you fucking Psychopath!"

"Don't fucking lie!" Clarke screams, her voice filled with pain and tears brimming at her eyes. She shoves you again, making you fall to the ground and be surrounded by everyone. People begin kicking you, you can barley hear Clarke over the angry mob of teens but you know she's fighting for you execution. Suddenly you feel hands gripping you arms and you're pulled up roughly.

"Back the fuck off!" A familiar voice yells shoving people and pulling you out of the crowd. When you're finally standing free of the horde of people, Murphy gently pushes you behind him, standing between you and those who want you dead.

"Back off! Bellamy she didn't kill Wells!" Murphy speaks loudly, with a dominant tone. Still holding on to you, he stares at Bellamy.

"Then why was her knife found with Wells?" Clarke barks, stepping closer to him.

'I don't know, I don't care, all I do know is she didn't kill him. Bellamy you know I'm right."

"I'm sorry Murphy, but if you're her only defense then I stand with Clarke." Bellamy states, almost regretfully, and takes a step back to align himself with Clarke.

"Your call, Princess. You started it, now finish it." Bellamy says quietly, glancing at her before returning his hard gaze to you.

"I say we kill her. Eye for an eye."

That's all it took. Within seconds the crowd livens up again and swarms you, shoving Murphy away and dragging you down. Fists connect to every part of your body, you attempt to get away but it isn't enough. They gag and tie you in record time, dragging you into the woods. You can almost hear Murphy's outraged screaming and cursing over the crowd, you have no time to think before the rope is around your neck and you begin to choke.

"Please Bellamy! Don't do this! Let her down she didn't do it! Please!" Murphy screams, shoving Bellamy.

"Why?! Why do you care?! I thought you hated the bitch, why?!" Bellamy yells, getting in Murphy's face.

"Because I love her!"

"I did it! I killed Wells!" Charlottes voice cuts through the voices. Everyone freezes in horror. Murphy is the first to move; he shoves his way through the people and cuts the rope. He catches your body as you fall, choking and sputtering. He cradles you in his lap, rocking you. You never heard what he said, no one did apart from Bellamy, and it may just stay that way.