It was her.
It was the girl I had seen on the dusty picture.
Her eyes bore deep into my soul, red as rubies, the only source of light in the void-like room. Her face twisted into a malicious, tight-lipped grin that didn't reach her eyes. They, however bright, stayed as cold as the last winter I had spent on The Surface.
There was something--insane-- about her being. As if she had experienced life in it's utmost dangers.
As if she knew what I done.
But she couldn't, I thought. She wasn't anywhere through my whole trip through the Underground.
She looked me up and down. Though the grin didn't leave her face, her eyes looked disgusted. Her figure was tall and slim, her dark and short brown locks which were thick and rich on the picture now sat lifeless and thin on her smooth forehead. Her skin was pale as death. Her cheeks, in contrast, were blazing red. Like fire. A thick dark green sweater covered her upper body, a thick yellow strip in the middle. The sleeves hung lower than her wrists. A long knife was clutched in her bony fingers, however slim, had a firm grip on it.
A pair of slim leather pants squeezed her legs, making them seen thinner than they were.
Her eyes were hollow. Dead. They peered at me, but no sign of life was visible in them. Her cheekbones were high, her skin hanging off them.
If it wasn't for the thin chain with a small, golden heart on her collarbones, I wouldn't have been able to tell it was her.
She looked nothing like the girl I knew.
She could have been beautiful, with her perfect teeth and beautiful features if she wasn't that thin.
"Wow."
A low, demonic voice echoed through the space as if we were in a large cathedral.
"So," she slowly started to move towards me. "You've been killing off everyone."
I noticed how her grip around the knife tightened and her eyes grew brighter.
With what strength I had left, I whispered out, though my voice echoed through the room as if I had screamed it.
"Chara."
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Idek what the f that was
