Why Have You Saved Me

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AGHHH My old chapters have plot holes 

Making these chapters shorter so they come faster!! So close to the end!!

PLease vote, comment, and enjoyyy!!! I am tOo tired to proofread :'D

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RECAP – AVA WOODS' POV

          I let out a muffled shriek, freezing in place. My heart pounded in my chest, breath coming in shallow gasps. Dark brown writing was on the ceiling, it looked like dried blood. I shuddered, it spelled out HIS name, in strange letters.

          Hҽɾσɾιɳҽ

          Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I squinted at the writing, had this been some sort of...summoning? Had he destroyed their city because of it? My head ached with the dizzying possibilities, and I sighed, too tired to really puzzle over it. Shooting one last suspicious glance at the eerie writing, I huddled against the wall, closing my eyes, slowly slipping off into a deep sleep.

          Hopefully, he wouldn't wake up when I was still asleep and kill me in my slumber.

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RECAP – HIS POV

          The hissing voices surrounded me, I felt like I was spinning, drowning. I couldn't breathe, the fear was too much... too much! The guilt was going to crush me alive, this regret was so foreign...where was it coming from!? What had I done?

          S̵͎̹̈̎ẗ̵̟̰̺̱́́́̀̚-̸̡͚̿͐̆ȍ̷̡͚͍p̸̯͎̥͇̍͝.̶͔͎̼̤̅͗.̸̨̰̪̩̝̅.̴̱͆͗͗͝ẗ̶́͆ͅh̴͇͆̐͂̀-̴̏̇̅͒ͅt̵̺̿̎̄h̶̼̜͚̃ĕ̵̛̱̭͐̐.̸͚̞̀́͌͘.̶̩̠̓̾ͅ.̵̝͉̜̂̏̃̕p̷̺͔͐̕-̵̧͒p̶̨̹͓̉̓̋̏̚ä̸̱́̽į̷̞͉̝̞̑̾̈́̎͒-̵̝̥̻͙̬͗n̵̠̋́̇̕͠.̵̛͇̣͕̖͍̓̐̔.̶̪̭̭̮͖̾͊̓̕.̶̹͋̽͆

          G̴̖̾-̴̬̈́͊̅ğ̷̳̓͂̚͠u̵͉̒̾i̴̻̐l̷̞̪̻̪̀́̌͑͝ṱ̷̀̑͌.̷̝̮̹̳̳̎̂̓.̷̧̤̜̘̳͂͝͝.̵̱͔̓̀̊t̵̡̫̟̤̽͊̊͛̚-̷͎̇̉͊t̴͕̬̾̽̍͝o̶͜͝ô̷̙̓.̴̧̈́.̵̛̤̘͗̓̉̃.̶̢̻̀͂̊͠m̶͍͕̜̰̓̑̉̑̍u̷͙͚͕̔̍-̶̭͓̰͇̖̽͑́̊m̶̧̲̫͚͉͌̈u̴̡̳͎̯͍̾̅̾̕͝c̵̢͛͛̒͊͝h̸͇̦̦̃̊̅̃͝.̸͚̑.̷͎̄̀͝.̸̹̲̬̎̀̽̈͝

          C̴̨̡̙͂́̔͌u̸̧̬̫̎t̸̰̼͚͎͕͊͌̍̂.̷̡̃̓͘.̵̯͉̩̻͍̉͑̀͆͝.̵͍͈͉͕͗á̷̺͖̤͕̑̎͘͜ẅ̷̳́-̴̡̙̥̈́̿̀͒a̶̛͓̋̀̐̑y̸̗̱̗̙͠.̶̲̟̥̫̣̾̀̀̓.̶̧͓͖̓͋͠.̵͉͕̪̺̓͂͠͝ͅe̴̲̼̒̀͆̃͜-̵̧̰̬͖͒̀̔͐e̴̺̹͚̒x̸̥̓̆̾̓̕i̵̛̘̘̩͋̂͘͝l̴̲͒e̵̖̥̤̫̝͛.̶̮̀́.̴̦̆̓̓.̶̗̩̭̯̖́̑̅͐f̸̢̗͉́̏ỏ̸̳̘̽̏r̷̨̘͖̠̈́͗̀͊́ͅȩ̴̬͓̂̋v̵̼͕̫̘̥̓́͒͗ẽ̶̹͇̬̥̓̿̐ȓ̶̬͔.̵̗̌͊̑͗͝.̴̦̤̬̼͑̓.̸̧̟͈͊̈̆c̴͔͈̾̈̏́ạ̷̣̙̥̀̐̑͝n̶͍̖̎̅̿͠'̵̟̍͗̈́t̷̡̝̬̺̝̑̎̀̏̅.̵͍̀.̶̩̮̟͐́̾͜͜.̴̬͎̠̎̄̅̕w̴͕͌͂̽͝o̵̧̥̥̬͔͌ñ̸̤͎̺̠͆̇͒̍'̷̠̕t̶̖̖͔̑̒͜.̴̧̟̮̤͂͋͛̌.̶̗̅.̷̤̠̅̑̒̐̒f̷̨̩͔̹̰̚͘-̴͙͂̐̾̚͠ḟ̶̢̰̅̀͐́ḁ̵̒͘c̸̞̰͉͌ę̷̼͎̬̘̂͝ ̵̠͕͕̿̽̋̐͌i̷̡͇̖̖͂͆́̕͠t̴͉̔̓̒̓̋

           ̵̲̪̬̔͌̊̋  ̴̛̖̫ ̵̥̮̖͓̒s̸̨͉͚̫̈́̋̔͋t̵̩͕̋̆̓͜ͅ.̶͔̥̿͑̒̊.̶͍͆.̵̧͉̦͒o̵̟͔̟͉͒̈́͑ͅp̸͔̾͒.̸̥̻̗͖̱̈́͐̓.̷͙̹̥̌.̵̛̻̣̀.̷̖͕̈̒̐̂̚.̷̯͔̍͜t̴̰̮͎͐-̴͓̝͙͚͆ ̷̗̙̦͈͒̉̕͜ ̴̝̻̪͙́̍̃͆͘ ̸͍͈͎̹̽̕ ̵̨͖͚̍t̴͓͓͉̪̎͛̕ḧ̷̢́̃͌ì̵̡̺͎͖̻̈́̕s̵̥̝̾͆́ ̴͉͚̥͉̠̃ ̴̠͈̍̇͜ͅṋ̶͍̜͋̏̇̏̕ͅ ̶̮̬̚͜ ̴̱͇̬̲̱̽̏

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