Fauna's POV
Voices stabbed through the ringing that swam in my ear drums, drowning it with their soft words. My eyes slowly peaked from behind my eye-lids to gaze at the now blurry world. Sketchy figures crawled into view as all went silent, their orbs studied my frail body and a moan escaped my mouth. The freezing water had numbed my body so movement was executed. My eyes finally opened the curtains and focussed, I made out the shapes of bodies and some of their faces.
Asuna's POV
She's awake! Kind of.... The water must've done a number on her..... I reached out towards her and rubbed the warm flesh on my hand across her cold cheek...she felt..deathly.......as if someone had just gripped her soul and tore it out of her chest...she felt lifeless.....
"W..who are...you....?" her mouth managed to grip her voice and shake out a sentence. "Asuna...welcome to Camp Plummet.....!" a smile stretched across my face but her's was a different story....a blank but fearful expression covered her's.
Fauna's POV
I..w...where am I......?! Why am I here?! I'm suppose to be dead........! "I..p...please show me t..the way.....out.......!" almost my entire body was trembling by now....I don't want this! I want to die! "Please don't torture me! Kill me for all I care just no torture...!" I pleaded but her expression turned to surprise as I spoke. "Kill...? Torture.....? No..we don't hurt anyone here at Camp Plummet....! Not unless we're under attack by the surface people..." she pointed out the window to a ledge that stretched over a sea like lake..... Must be where I fell...... "W..where's the exit? I need to get home!" tears started to form in my eyes after she spoke....
"Exit...? No.....no one leaves Camp Plummet........Camp rule....!"
Eyyy! Second chapter is finished! Sorry I didn't update sooner...a huge storm hit and I lost power......but I'll try to update tomorrow! Bye!~
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I Do Love You...Just Not Enough (FaunaXAsuna~oc Fiction)
General Fiction!THIS STORY IS OVER! I plan to rewrite this entire thing, I've already started it. This story was a quick, messy pile of trash I threw together with a friend and I never felt connected to it until I stepped away for a year and rewrote it as a class...
