<<To be fair, I am going to continue the Thread, from the last person who actually followed Emily Grave, the OP’s, rule set.
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K/V: Killer
Name: Barik Avarice
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Characteristics: Short brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Muscular Build. Body covered in scars. Mostly wears tattered jeans and hoodie.
Scene:

Misa Sagaw’s flat shoes sloshed against the wet surface of broken concrete, as she walked down an all too familiar alley. No one ever walked this path, due to heavy air of isolation, that seemed to choke any passerbys with anxiety. Anything could happen on this street, and no one would know for days, before some homeless person might pass by, and even it might not report the travisty.
But, this forgotten old street, just happened to be the fastest way from Misa’s Club, to her apartment. Misa always gave it her all, whenever she attended Club Practice, exhausting her just about to her limit. That, and the heavy down poor that day, having forgot her Umbrella, she refused to take the hour long detour. So, here she was again, alone, and practically soaked. She’d started by running, but exhaustion took over quite soon, and figured it wouldn’t make any difference, really. She was soaked, no changing that by running. The burning in her thighs were strong motivators to walk, as well.

Today, however, her loneliness wasn’t as prudent, as it used to be. The feeling of being watched, crept up her spine, sending a shiver through her body, as she looked around. Subconsciously, she might have been able to hear the heavy footsteps behind her, but not reacted to it before her body had the feeling, but now, seeing the feet, she heard it.
At first, she quickly looked away, her heart thumping at a faster pace, the surprise of another’s presence, shocking her. It was just someone else, who’d decided to traverse the dark, abandoned street this night, nothing to worry about. She told herself this, but her step still quickened, the sloshing of her feet growing with intensity.

Splish, Splosh, Splish, Splosh…

The other’s feet quickened as well. Misa’s eyes widened with the realization, slowly looking over her shoulder again, just in time to see the man behind her, set into a sprint. Gasping, she did the same, the heavy downpour pelting her face as she ran. The searing of her thighs were quick to remind her, that she was already too exhausted for this, and her mind raced to think of alternative routes to take. There were no exits. There were no entrances. All the doors of the street were always locked, or bolted shut, and she wouldn’t be able to outrun her pursuer. She had to act.
Slowing down her pace, pretending she was going out of breath, she let the man following her catch up at a faster rate, as she tightened her right first, narrowing her eyes. Her heart was beating at an alarming pace, fear stricking at her tear ducts already, though invisible because of the rain.

“Stop.. Following me!” Misa screamed, setting her right foot down, and twisting her body in an instant, her short black hair swinging in a circle as she did. Swinging out her right fist, it quickly connected with her pursuer’s face, causing the man to groan, hiding the rest of his face with both his hands. Unable to stop his momentum, he stumbled forward a few more steps, growling in a low tone, as he fell to his knees.
“Th.. That is what you get.. For following a lonely girl, down a dark street at night, you fucking creep!” Misa growled at him, raising her fist threateningly, blood pouring down her knuckle. The punch hurt, but did not break her skin, so the blood had to be her pursuers.
A low, gutteral chuckle imminated from the man, as he slowly got back up on his feet, still holding one hand to his face as he turned around.
“You’ve.. Done worse. Misa..” The man exclaimed, slowly lowering his hand, revealing the bloodied nose behind, as well as the scarred face. Misa didn’t recognize the man at first, narrowing her eyes to stare him down. Something unnerved her about the cold stare of his dark brown eyes.
“Who are you? What do you mean? I don’t know you?” Misa questioned, taking a faltering step back. Her falter, as well as her words, sent the man into a burning rage, as he quickly leaped towards her. The Tomboy attempted to stop the man in his attack with another right hook, but the man’s hand quickly deflected it. Using his momentum, and her lack of reaction time, he swung a punch straight to Misa’s gut. Exclaiming in pain, Misa’s legs started giving in under her, and she faltered another step backwards, whimpering softly.
“Don’t play coy, you little bitch! We both know, the agony you put me through, on that field!” The man roared, tightening his grip of her fist, as his other and quickly stopped the desperate attempt from Misa’s left arm, to strike back.

Having lost the ability to defend herself with either hand, Misa coughed painfully, looking up at her attack with frightened eyes, narrowing them slightly. She recognized him now. He was the janitor of the school. A Veteran, honorably discharged after sustaining mayor wounds in combat.
“M.. Mr. Avarice? What.. What do you mean? I.. I never.. Did anything to you!” Misa protested, trying to pull her hands to herself, groaning in pain. Barick’s dark eyes widened, thundering with such wroth, Misa had never seen. His grip of her hand tightened, before the grip of her wrist let go. With quick hands, Barick grabbed her upper arm, now forcing them both down to their knees, swiftly lowering her right arm over his right knee.
A loud popping, followed by several cracks, and Misa’s arm was bent out of shape, her elbow snapped backwards. Misa’s eyes went wide, her jaw shaking as it dropped in a mix of awe, surprise and pain. About to scream, Barick quickly muffled her lips with his right hand, forcing Misa backwards, and onto the ground with a painful thud.
“You keep.. Playing dumb.. You.. Gave me these scars, Hannah! Took away my career! I told you.. That I was going to make you pay for it… For everything! Time, to collect!” Avarice sneered, keeping Misa from defending herself verbally, as her eyes turned red with fear, and tears. Her right arm dropped limp by her side, moving it being far too painful, as her left started punching away at Barick’s chest. His heavy frame straddling her hips, made it impossible for her to get a good kick in, but it didn’t stop her from trying to shove him off.

Barick groaned, when an attack struck his temple, turning his head away for a moment, before grabbing at her left arm.
“Struggle all you like, Hannah! You aren’t getting out of this one!” He growled, grabbing her left arm, and quickly working to move her body around. Misa struggled, but could do little against the strong man above her. Misa was no push-over, but this man had trained his entire life, to outmatch stronger people than her, and exhaustion was wearing her down. Adrenaline had kicked in, but it still wasn’t nearly enough, as she was propped on her stomach, still straddled by the hips.
“I.. I’m.. I’m not.. This Hannah! P.. Please! Mr…” She pleaded with him, now that his hand had let go of her mouth, to start ripping at her clothes. She was interrupted, as his right hand grabbed at her hair, raising her head, to slamming her ear down on the concrete. A painful ringing ran through her head, as a short, guttural whimper escaped her lips, and her, yet unhurt arm, paused it’s attempt to push him away.
“Quit your lies, Hannah! I’ll never forget your face, when I starred it down on that field, as you cut my cuts out!” Barick sneered at deaf ears, as he ripped her skirt up, proceeding to string her panties to it’s limit, before it snapped. Barick refused to see reason. That Misa couldn’t possibly have been the woman, who scared him on that battlefield. She was hardly a teenager, when it happened.
“P.. Please..” Misa whimpered, as she slowly raised her right arm, and Barick revealed his throbbing manhood. Moving his hands, he placed both on her exposed rear, spreading apart her cheeks, nudging against the wet rear entrance of her body. Shoving both thumbs inside of her puckered hole, stretching it slightly, only to nudge the erect coil against it, and hammer himself as deep as he could. Misa’s eyes went wide again, as she screamed in agony once more. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as her left arm reach back once more, attempting to twat her attacker away.
“Argh! Stop! Stop! Nngh.. Stop!” Her body tearing, blood trickled from her puckered hole, as a swipe of her arm managed to strike the side of Baricks head.

Pausing, Barick sneered, before he reach for his hoodies pocket, bringing out a long, thin string. Giving Misa no time to react, her plummeted over her body, starting to move his hips in harsh little thrusts, causing further tears in her rear. Swift hands lead the thin string around Misa’s neck, and quickly pulled out to each side, an almost visible twang as it tightened around her neck, pushing in her skin. Eyes going wide again, Misa gurgled in shock, as her left hand reached out for the string, trying her best to break, or loosen it. Barick tightened it further, as his thrusts grew in strength, their bodies causing ripples in the puddle of rain water they lay in.
“Finally.. Finally… Fearing death? See, how it feels? Isn’t great, is it?” Barick whispered into Misa’s ear, as the string tightened even further, a trickle of blood rippling down her throat, as it cut skin. Still gurgling as her body twitched, Misa’s fingers started scratching and clawing at Baricks hand, her right, broken arm even throbbing around with the adrenaline. Her breath was stolen, discoloration across her face as she gagged and gurgled for her breath.

Slapping sounds, as Barick continued ravaging Misa’s twitching body. Her eyes started rolling back, the ringing of her ears slowly subsiding, as her vision darkened. Her fingers now twitched around Baricks whitened knuckles, clutching harshly onto the string, cutting the young, innocent woman’s life short. Her jaw twitched, as the last of her life was drained, her eyes remaining wide, as the attackers coil continued to throb inside her tightening hole. Feeling her body start to convulse, Barick quickly pulled out, and moved her body around, only to thrust inside her quivering pussy, spreading her legs wide as his fingers, needlessly joined the string. Pressing down hard on the woman’s neck, her face turned a dark blue, her eyes back in their sockets, an audible snap joined the mess of noises, as he broke his neck in the process as well.
Growling loudly, Barick succumbed to the stimulation of her convulsions, filling the dead body with his seed, as his own legs started twitching as well.

Panting, Barick stared down at the lifeless face of his victim, narrowing his eyes with a harsh sneer.
“And so.. Revenge.. Again…” Barick whispered, lifting Misa’s head off of the ground, and close to his face. “You.. Will never fool me.. Hannah.. I know.. Which bodies.. You reside in.. And I’ll find them all…” He growled, the derange man pushing Misa’s dead body to the ground, watching it slump over.
Slowly staggering to his feet, Barick took a few steps back, staring down the object of his nightmares. The deranged man saw the face of his molester, in most women he passed by. Finally, he’d let his rage loose. Finally, he’d exacted his revenge.

A part of him knew, though.. This, wouldn’t be enough...