The 100 Preferences and Imagines

Murphy x reader "Hot Heads" pt 2

June 13, 2015
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Murphy x Reader - Hot Heads - Pt. 2
"Seventy five green bottles, standing on the wall!" Murphy's singing was like a nail grinding against glass: horrible and...well, horrible. He had been going all the way from two hundred green bottles at dawn, and you were starting to think that you were never going to reach the lake. You sighed, and went to turn around towards Murphy to, probably, hit him in the face, but Monroe sent you a warning glance.
As the designated loner of the camp, you didn't really 'hang' with anyone, but, from what you have gathered, Monroe seemed okay. She was strong, and didn't take any crap from anybody, (well, maybe except from Bellamy, but he was basically her employer).
"Hey Ratty!" Murphy's holler struck you from your thoughts. How dare he interrupt you! Interrupting your thoughts, mostly, would have been like trying to stop a runaway train, (or a runaway Arc, you chided. Some might have found this comment insensitive, but you didn't really have any love for the Arc), "How far till we reach our target?" You swivelled around angrily, heels turning against the aged ground.
"First off," you bristled, "call me Ratty again and I'll gore your puny eyes out, second-"
"Another hour, Murphy," Monroe sighed, pushing you both forward. You were too warn out to argue, so carried on walking.
You tried to block out Murphy's "seventy four green bottles."
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"GROUNDERS!!" Monroe raised her spear over her head, signalling to both of you that you were outnumbered. You had to run. Time to stray from the path.
Monroe ran next to you, your H/C hair almost mingling with her red strands. You could hear arrows landing in the trees opposite you, and, up ahead, you could see the lining of a gorge; moss and all. If you could treat this like a maze, and run fast enough, you could lose them.....and judging by the shots, the grounders were on ground level like you, so they wouldn't be able to see where you ran.
"Up ahead!" You called to her and Murphy, "GO!" You launched into the maze like structure, Monroe ahead and Murphy next to you. The arrows were becoming less constant, and more lazily aimed. Yes. You could either tire them, or lose them all together. Both were attractive options.
One more bend, and you would be past this, and near to the lake, so you could get the supplies, and go home. Monroe ran forth again, but you heard a cry from behind. Murphy had tripped. Stupid, stupid little handsome prick. Handsome? Where did that come from? Oh God, right, think.
Moving to your knees, you tried to help him up by grabbing his wrists. For a second, it seemed you had succeeded, but he pulled away.
"What do you think you're doing!" He yelled at you, but you could swear he was going red. You shook this off, tempted to slap him.
"Get off your ass!" You shouted, "we need to run!" But it was too late. It wasn't the grounders. Now you saw the reason for their retreat, and with terror, you looked towards the collapsing exit, your only escape plan, as rocks fell, creating a dust cloud that would block out the sky.
You heard Monroe scream, as she was trapped on the other side, and you were coated in darkness.