With the slowly fading light of the evening sun came the warm night, beckoning all sorts. Certain workaholics would be coming home soon, they're spouses scolding them for their determination before retrieving them their re-heated dinner. Young children were being dropped off or met by babysitters, while their parents took a much-deserved night off from the ups and downs of raising a family. Younger teens would be throwing secret parties, or sneaking out to take part in one while their parents said their goodnights to misleading pillows arranged deviously beneath their covers. As for Corine Astor, she was on her way to meet her date.

She walked with a stride that suggested eagerness, excitment. The young lady had a feeling her long-term boyfriend was going to 'pop the question' tonight. He had asked her to meet him at his aparment, an expensive two-bedroomed home with an ocean view. Corine loved it there. And she knew something was up. As a small gift, sort of an inside joke, Corine carried with her a single, long-stemmed red rose. When they had first met, Corine had been buying flowers for someone in the shop, Warren [her boyfriend], had just been leaving when he decided to ask the young woman out after all. She turned, with her delicate roses arranged neatly in a small vase, when he came up right behind her. Startled, she dropped the vase, and it crashed to the floor, smashing into pieces while the roses were scattered everywhere. Warren had been holding a single long stemmed red rose; he offered it to her, as well as dinner that night.

Of course, she accepted.

As memory played through her mind, a faint smile flickered across her pale lips, and she ajusted her purse on her right shoulder. After speaking with Warren, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and she felt .. well, happy! She was very much in love with Warren, and was excited to see him tonight. His voice had sounded strained in the sense that he wanted to come off as calm, like it were any other date they had planned together. Corine wanted everything to be perfect tonight. Everything.

A happy sigh escaped her lips as her reflection caught the corner of her oak-hued eye. She paused, gazing at herself, smoothing the creases in her form-fitting black dress, the backlessness of it allowing for the warm breeze to reach her bare flesh. She rearranged a few strands of her pale chestnut hair before digging through her purse a moment to fetch a tube of lipstick. The young lady opened her mouth to apply the pretty shade of crimson to her feminine lips, and after a moment returned the lipstick to her purse. Corine looked herself over one last time, thoroughly happy with her appearance. She had taken at least two or three hours preparing herself and choosing proper attire for this evening. The girl turned to continue walking down the [strangley] quiet street, a new and definate confidence in her stride. She was hot.

An angry young man was out tonight. Dressed in nothing but black from head to toe. His short blonde hair was finally growing out a little at a time. It was finally no longer just an inch long. It was now about 3 inches long. He hated how slowly it was growing out. Stupid fuckers that shaved it off. He’d liked to have given them all a piece of his mind. The bastards made him keep it shaved. He just wanted his long hair back already.

The angry young man could be found striding down the street as if he owned the place. Anyone who got in his way, he merely either bumped or shoved out of his way. He was in no mood tonight for other people’s bullshit. It didn’t matter that they were minding their own business and trying to get from point A to point B. As far as he was concerned, they were invading his space. Stupid fuckers didn’t know who they were messing with.

Somewhere along the way, he turned onto Elm Street. He was in a worse mood tonight than he’d been in for a while. Why? He had no fucking clue. He didn’t give a shit either. Everything was getting on his nerves lately. Everything. That included the bitch he just happened to notice looking at herself in one of the windows along the street. His eyes narrowed as he watched her. Stupid bitch. Thinking she’s so better than everyone else. She needed to be taught a lesson. Her and the rest of the female population. Yes. That was his quest in life I guess you could say. To teach the women that he was far superior than all of them and to teach the men that he was so far above them as well.

For now, he would follow her. The street may have been quite quiet, but there were still too many people around for his liking. He would wait until she reached a more dark and even quieter area before making his move. He wasn’t stupid. Nope. Not stupid indeed.

The sky was darkening still, and the young woman continued on, without a care. She had no clue she was being followed by a deadly someone .. Instead, her head was in the clouds, and she was swept up in thinking of what amazing things may happen tonight with Warren. Spending her life with him was something she'd absolutely adore; as she adored him. And he adored her. They were perfect together. Corine was leading a wonderful life right now, nothing could spoil it. Nothing.

Right .. ?

A soft tune escaped her lips, and she walked to the rythemn of it. The bounce in her step was noticeable, and her confidence was soaring. She couldn't help but feel awesome! A slim hand ran through her silky hair, brushing it back off of her shoulders, and letting it sway lightly upon her bare back. A sort of glow was about her; like she was actually radiating eagerness. It was eye-catching. Sort of .. contagious. Like, when you see someone smiling at you, looking generally happy, you can't help but feel that way too.

As she continued onwards, Elm Street dimmed slightly, and the people thinned out. Well, there weren't many around to begin with, maybe two or three. But now, Corine was walking alone. Or so she thought. But fear escaped her, she felt too jovial to worry about being afraid of the dark. But .. it wasn't the dark she should be afraid of, was it? It was what came from the dark that should riddle her with immense fear ..

And so it would ..

Contagious? Not in Tino’s mind. Seeing the bitch seeming so happy with herself only added fuel to his fire. Oh yes. The further he followed her, the more angry at her he became. He didn’t even know her. That didn’t matter though. She was still merely some dumb bitch who, in his mind, thought she was nothing more than hot shit. He would teach her. Oh yes. He would indeed teach her. They always learned a lesson from him. Didn’t matter that they never got to walk away from his lessons though.

He continued to follow silently behind her. He stuck close to the shadows so that if she were to turn around, he wouldn’t likely be seen. It wasn’t until he realized that there were no more people out walking on the street that he gave up even trying to hide from her sight if she were to turn around.

His footsteps would become louder the closer he got to her. There was an alley way coming up. Perfect. That was when he made his move. He darted forward towards her suddenly and would attempt to grab her from behind. He was strong. So very strong. From all the working out he does. Anyway, he would attempt to grab her from behind and cover her mouth with one of his strong hands. If he succeeded, he would drag her off into the alley and take her as far back into it as it went.

And so, the few precious moments of her happiness she had before those strong hands took her back were short lived. At first, she was silent, and moved willingly with him, only because she was shocked, didn't understand what was going on. But .. a few seconds passed as he pulled her mercilessly through the alley before she began screaming for help into the palm of his hand.

The rose she held had fallen to the ground already, left on the alley floor like something used. Corine's eyes were wide, her heart racing as adrenaline flooded her. Slim legs kicked, her feet failing to find proper hold on the ground as he dragged her deeper and deeper into the alley. Perhaps she'd land a kick, and a small, small chance of escape. Corine wasn't crying yet, simply twisting and writhing in his arms, trying to escape more than anything.

Tonight was the night .. why would this man want to ruin something so beautiful ..? But anger was fueling her struggle, not sorrow. Not yet, anyways. She screamed and tried to bite as hard as she could into his hand, her own hands wrapped tightly upon his forearm, and she tryed as hard as she could to dig her nails into his skin. Every second she was with him, she was jerking and moving violently.

A slight smirk began across his face the moment his hands harshly touched her. He began to drag her down the alley. Her trying to scream only caused him to pull his hand tighter against her mouth. “Shut up bitch,” he snarled into her ear. “No one is going to hear you anyway.” The more she struggled and tried to fight, the more angry and excited he became. Yes. Excited. Teaching these whores a lesson always made him get a raging hard-on.

As she kicked and struggled, she’d managed to kick him in the knee. Sure, it hurt, but not enough to get him to let go of her. No indeed. He merely tightened his hold on her even further. Her biting his hand didn’t affect him, nor did her digging her nails into his arm. He was used to this sort of thing from the whores. They all needed to learn their lessons. Yes indeed. They surely did. This one was no exception. None at all.

He reached the end of the dark alley and was pleasantly surprised to find an abandoned office of sorts back there. He easily kicked the door open and drug her inside. He didn’t loosen his hold on her at all as he drug her deeper inside and kicked the door shut behind him. There were no windows in the place. Well, there were but they had all been long boarded up. Yes. This place was perfect.

He flung her to the floor suddenly. With the suddenness and harshness of the motion, she probably wouldn’t be able to keep her footing. “Stupid whore,” he snarled at her as he brought his foot back and thrust it forward in an attempt to kick her where ever. “You’re going to learn a much needed lesson.” He would then drop himself atop of her and reach between them to undo his pants.

When he told her to shut up, Corine felt more rage flame within her. Someone would hear her, and someone would save her from this beast. She continued writhing and jerking, and generally moving in awkward ways to try to give him the slip. She was beginning to tire, however. A few beads of sweat were beginning to slip down her pale face, her body trembling with adrenaline and plain fear. This was terrible .. what was he going to do to her. The worst flashed through her mind, images of news broadcasts telling people of bodies they'd found in alleys or forests. Bodies of women.

Corine cried out as the man hurled her to the floor after kicking a door open and closed again. He tried to kick her, and he did. The swift contact to her abdomen caused the wind to be knocked from her. She quickly tried to withdraw, curling her body up to itself in a feeble attempt at protection from the crazed man. "Stop it! Get the hell away from me!" Corine tried to push his muscular body off of herself as he came upon her, but she was absolutely no match for him. Hot tears began spilling down her pale cheeks, her oaken eyes glancing wildely about the dark, small, and stuffy office room for something to help her.

There was nothing.

Through all of this, the man managed to undo his pants, and she screamed again, the scream turning into sobs. When he told her she was going to learn a much needed lesson, Corine began twisting and struggling beneath him, but still .. her attempts at escape were futile. "Someone help me! Oh God, someone help me! He's going to kill me! Please! Help!" The woman knew what was going to happen to her.

((We're going to 'curtain call' this for the time being. As planned, it's going to be carried out in PM's. Then we'll be back to finish on this thread.))

The last words she spoke to him didn’t phase him in the least. He had waited to pull himself from her until her body was entirely shut down. He heard her last breath escape from her and a wicked grin crossed his face. Chalk this one up to having learned her lesson. Stupid bitch. Hadn’t stood a cold chance in hell against his anger.

He pulled up his pants and reached down to grab one of her ankles. He then turned and began to walk away from the desk that he had set her on. Her body hit the floor with quite the sickening thud. He didn’t give a damn though. Why should he? She was merely a stupid whore in his mind. He dragged her body back over to where her torn clothing had been left. It was then that he let go of her ankle and turned to stare down at her.

“Lesson learned whore,” he snarled and then he kicked her. Hard. Right in the side. Of course, she wouldn’t feel it. She was dead. He kicked her one more time before turning and striding towards the door. “Stupid whore,” he snarled as he walked out the door, down the alley and back out into the street. There was still no one around. That was good. He walked away and headed back to his place so that he could clean himself up.

Tino was now entirely gone from the scene.