Before anyone could guess, the High School was plagued with yet another attack from the Unknown Killer. This plague has been around for three years. The attacks have become more recent and killing more each time. Investigations quickly ended when the officers were found dead. No body could do anything to stop the Unknown Killer nor find out whom he was.

Reading the morning newspaper only made me more depressed. Another visit from the Unknown Killer; this time at the Senior Group Photo. Only few had survived.

I set the paper aside and finished my breakfast. It was bacon and eggs with a side of bread. It was an important day today; the day in which I would working on my engine in Auto so I could drop the class.

I wanted to do this simply because students have been given me a hard time. All they do is bug me to no end. It had severely annoyed me to the point where I couldn't take it any more. It was get out or "face the consequences".

I had to get out, I might have not survived another visit from the Unknown Killer. There had been more visits from him in the Auto Shop than in any other building on campus. So there was now a second factor in my decision to leave.

Class started no differently than the day before - being constantly ridiculed by fellow class mates. I wanted to finished the engine as soon as possible just to get away from those morons. But as soon as I got into the shop, it wouldn't be as simple as I had originally thought. The intake manifold was missing! In its place was a mound of saw dust. My heart sank. There was no way to finish reconstructing an engine without an intake manifold. Months of work went up in ruin. I slowly slumped to another work bench and drug the vacuum over to my bench. I plugged it in and turned it on; The vacuum sucked up all the saw dust.

It was worse than I thought the dust had gotten down into the engine oil and all over the camshaft and crankshaft. It was plane to see that I had to redo the entire engine... again. They had done this to me before. No matter what I do to prevent it, they've gotten past it and caused me to receive a lower grade. They do it without fail and without being noticed. Either that or no one seems to care what happens to me and my belongings.

Fed up of the class entirely, I placed a black bag over the engine; taping it securely. Then I cleaned out my locker and washed my hands afterward. At this point the bell ending first period had rung. When I left, the room was completely vacant.

After the bell rung, beginning second period, the students slowly returned... all except four of them. I was one of the missing four. The class resummed despite the missing student. It was an all too common occurance for the students to come late for class.

Hard at work again, the class began to finish up their work. Some were putting together their engines, some were busy working on their cars, other took apart, reassembled, and tested starters. The four students were no where to be seen or heard.

The class room's silent tranquility was molested by the sound of blood curtling screams, roars, and sounds of clothing and sniw being torn apart, and the thuds of lifeless bodies bouncing off the walls. The Killer is visiting the school again. The students in the lab were totally unaware that they would soon feel the force of the Unknown Killer. The hall fell silent as if he left.

A student from the lab enters the class room. He walks over to his desk and pulls out Hot Rod Magazine. Scanning the pages hastily, Justin was in search of an article on an old Ford Mustang. Behind him, blood splattered on the door's window. He didn't notice until Eric pointed it out.

The site of blood caused Justin to pass out. Eric crept closer to the door. As soon as he began to open the door, a body slammed up against the door. Eric saw it though the window. The door slowly hissed shut as Eric tripped ove Justin's uncounscience body.

The door rattled for a few moments and then it stopped. There was an eary silance filling the room. The door rattled again, this time drawing the attention of antoher student. The rattleing stopped once the students chacked on his fallen comrades.

Before Eric could even open his mouth, a large, orangish fist puched out the glass and opened the door. The door flew open and in emerged a muscular man, wearing a tight tiger custom. He wore a white undershirt that was torn along the sleeves and tattered black jeans. The killer roared loudly, cuasing Eric to faint. The killer crouched down as if he was waiting for a starter pistal to sound. The other student turned around and began to run. The killer lunged at the student and the two fell to the ground. The sheer weigth of the killer broke the student's fragile back - he couldn't escape. A quick, precise bite to the neck instantly killed him.

The commotion caused the rest of the class to flee, knowing whom was there. The killer entered a vacant shop. The monsterous man looked around and, seeing no one present, turned around and left.

A classroom torn athunder; three students laid in several pieces; and a sole surviror watching in horror was all the killer's undoing. The survavor was me - I know the truth of the Unknown Killer. Why? Because I am the Unknown Killer.

I walk this terrible curse day in and day out. When ever I lose control of my emotions, "he" emerges. You see, "he" and I are one, "He" is my wild side, "He" is what I will soon become.