The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Massacre| John Murphy

I'm currently rewatching this part and I am ultimately pissed. I hate Finn so much.
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Massacre. That was the only way to describe what Finn did. You stared down at all of the dead bodies and the mourning, shock and terror running through you.

Octavia ran to the fimiliar grounder, the others slowly walking over. Finn grinned as he saw Clarke walk over with Bellamy, blood still covering his face. He tried to run over to her, pull her into an embrace, but Clarke refused, stepping back in horror.

"I-i found you, Clarke."

"You massacred a damn village Finn. That's what you did. You didn't help find Clarke, you killed innocent people." You stomped over to him, but his eyes were stuck on Clarke. "Finn. Do you realize what you've done." You shoved him back, trying to make him look at you, but it was no give.

But he payed attention as soon as Clarke stepped forwards, uttering the very words that had just came from your mouth. You slowly turned around, your eyes meeting Murphys.

"M-Murphy, you-"

"No. No, it wasn't me, i didn't have any part in this. I-i tried to stop him. But he wouldn't, he was going to kill me. I tried to stop him, but he turned his gun on me." Murphy spoke, grabbing onto your hands. He was shaking, fear written across his face despite his best efforts to hide it. But that very look proved to you, proved that Murphy had nothing to do with this.

You pulled him into you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. "I'm sorry, Murphy." You whispered lowly in his ear. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Hey! Murphy isn't off the hook Y/N-"

"Like hell he's not Griffin. It was your little wonder boy over there that did this. He's the one that shot down each and everyone of the grounders." You snapped, standing up for the older boy. His head dropped, looking down at the pile of dead bodies.

"Starting with the old man, then the little boy. They were scared, and your boy here gunned them down." His arms crossed tightly over his chest, but you were still edged in front of him. They all hated Murphy, but you made it your point to protect him from them.

"I thought thy were keeping you, I thought they deserve-"

"They were scared! Sky crew holding them at gunpoint, a raging psychopath accusing them of things. But you had to kill them, right? No mercy." Murphy peered past your shoulder, his eyes sending dagger at the boy.

"I-i thought they had our people. I thought they had you, Clarke." Finn spoke lowly, stepping towards the girl.

"I begged you to stop, to leave them alone. They're scavengers, I told you that. But you wouldn't leave it." Murphy snapped. Finn turned to him, anger written on his face. You quickly turned your gun, eyes narrowing at the boy.

"Y/N! Put the gun down!" Clarke snapped, grabbing the barrel. Your eyes met hers, holding each other's glare.

"Put your little mass murderer on a leash and I will." You growled, Clarke sighing lowly, before shoving Finn back. You lowered your gun, giving Murphy a worried glance.

"You say Murphy isn't to blame-"

"He's not! I could hear Murphy yelling at him in the woods! Begging and pleading for him to stop. You think Murphy is bad, compare his two to Finns, what? Eighteen? Twenty-"

"Shut the hell up!" Finn screamed at her, stepping closer. Murphy quickly moved in front of you, protecting you from Finn. He shoved him away, his eyes sending daggers to the boy.

"You don't touch her. Never fucking touch her." Murphy threatened, stepping closer to the boy. Bellamy then stepped in, pushing the two apart. Murphy scowled at him, slowly stepping back to your side. "We should have left before this, when we had a chance."

"We should have." You agreed, looking around at the bodies and people mourning the dead. Your heart sunk as you noticed Octavia closing a younger boys eyes. "We really should have."