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Blood flows down her chin, blood covers her clothes, blood drips off her fingertips.
Her skin is a sickly black, almost as if she was charred from a flame.
He can see her eyes even from where he's standing. They glow a bright green.
Her back... her bones poke through her skin, her spine looking like spikes, fingers elongated and sharp, legs that of a rabbit's, or deer.
Her hair is white, blood splattered on ever other strand, clumping them together.
His eyes widen as his entire body freezes, he can't make a sound, but on the inside he's screaming.
His eyes trail down in horror, the street light illuminating the... mutilated man.
His head is hanging onto his body by a thread, his stomach ripped open, his intestines spread out around him in the shape of a heart. His eyes seem to be pulled out, the nerves hanging onto the sockets.
In fear, he takes a step back, a dead leaf crunching beneath his feet.
And that's when his eyes meet hers, her cheeks lifting as her lips spread to create a smile, blood covering her teeth.

He runs.