The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Too Much Alike| John Murphy

Imagine requested by Sorena_Grier7

This took so long to post, and I am so sorry. I hope you like it though!
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"Come on! Pick up the pace!" An annoying voice rang in my ears. I stepped back, saluting Murphy sarcastically, before picking up the wood. "Hey! You! Is there a problem?" He snapped, singling me out.

"Other than the fact that muscles there got a psychopath to order us around, things are just peachy." I retorted, rolling my eyes at him.

"You dont like it, Angel, there a whole new world out there." He shot back, an annoyed look on his face.

"Eh, I'm sure those savages have better leadership than us anyways." I muttered, walking away from him.

And from that day on, our conversations were full of sarcastic statements, and witty comebacks. We were constantly at eachothers throats, and to say it was getting on people nerves, was a major understatement.

"Why can't you just ignore him like the rest of us?" Clarke asked with an annoyed groan. "Or, maybe even get along?"

"Yeah right." I muttered, looking up at her.

"You know, maybe he just likes you." She said, a smirk growing on her face. My head snapped up, my eyes sending daggers at her. "Just think about it, Sorena. The constant pestering, the sarcastic comments, the-"

"Imma stop you right there. I don't think there is a single caring bone in his body. Or if he is even capable of liking something, let alone someone." I shot back, an annoyed look taking over my features.

"Well, we'll see huh? Bellamy and I need you to do a favor." She said, the smirk evident on her face.

"Griffin, I swear to god. If this involves doing something with Murphy, I will throw myself off a cliff." I muttered, the smirk never leaving her face.

"Its just a trip for supplies. An over night trip, but a trip." She said, making me throw my head back over exaggeratedly. "Lets go Sorena." She said, grabbing my wrist.

She dragged me out of the dropship, pulling me towards the gate. There stood Bellamy and Murphy, their backs turned to us. They both slowly turned around, Murphy freezing as he saw me.

"You have to be kidding me!" He yelled as Bellamy pulled the pack off of his back around handed it to me.

"Its hate this just as much as you do, ass hat. Can we just get this over with." I shot back, pulling the straps of the bag over my shoulders. Clarke handed me a map, the two telling us exactly where to go and how to get there.

"And try not to kill eachother." Bellamy said, shaking his head at us. We both groaned in response, before turning towards the gates. I walked ahead of him, not caring if he was behind me or not.

"Slow down, Angel. No matter how fast you go, it's an over night trip." Murphy said from behind me. I ignored him, walking faster, ducking under a branch. That's when I heard a noise from above us, making me stop in my tracks.

"Did you hear that? " I whispered, turning back to look at him. He stopped behind me, going silent as he strained to listen.

"I dont-" He was cut off as three grounders dropped from the trees, surrounding us. Murphy and I stepped closer to eachother, both of us pulling our weapons. I placed an arrow, aiming at the larger grounder with a spear.

That's when they closed in, two coming at us as the archer began shooting. The armour on the larger grounder made it nearly impossible to pierce with an arrow, forcing me to swap the bow for a machete.

The grounder struck me across the face, making me stumble back. Another blow to the face made me collapse to the he ground, the grounder climbing on top of me. His hands clasped around my throat as he raised his spear.

That's when he was knocked off of me, my eyes focusing on Murphy as he wrestled with the grounder. I managed to get up, grabbing my machete and going after the archer.

An arrow grazed my arm, but I pushed myself towards the grounder, tackling her to the ground. She knocked the machete out of my hands, and trying to shove me off of her. My hands clasped around her throat, making her squirm from beneath me. I managed to grab one of her arrows, stabbing her in the throat.

I collapsed next to her, gasping for air. "Sorena! You okay?" Murphy yelled, panting on the ground next to the dead grounder.

"Yeah, are you?" I felt the blood trickling down my arm, the pain running through my left side. Murphy stood up, limping over to me.

"You're bleeding."

"Just a scratch." Murphy glared at my response, but instead of a stupid comeback, he offered me a hand. Confused, I took it, wiping the dirt from my jeans as I stood.

He looked at me with pursed lips, before grabbing his bag and digging through it. He pulled a cloth out, tossing the bag on the ground and walking over to me. His hand ran down my arm, slowly raising it up. My jacket slipped off of my left arm, revealing the fresh wound.

I looked away, pursing my lips to supress a groan as he wiped the blood away. He tightly wrapped the cloth around my arm, before helping me slip my jacket back on.

He stood close to me as I looked up at him, our eyes locking. I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. His hand cupped my cheek, and I noticed him slowly inching closer. Nerves jumbled in my stomach, my cheeks flushing a soft pink.

He stopped abruptly, taking in a deep breath, before dropping his hand. "I-i'm sorry. Damn it, uhm, we should go." He muttered.

"Its- uhm, yeah, let's go." I mumbled, my cheeks heating up as my eyes drifted to the ground. Maybe we're too much alike. But damn, can I just ignore the butterflies?