David Lowe and Sarah Michaels had just left their high school prom, and were driving to their favorite make out spot out by Jackson Lake. They started getting frisky with each other, and fooling around. Wolfhook watched from a distance. David and Sarah climbed into the back seat. Wolfhook slowly moved his way towards the blue Nissan. Wolfhook lifted the hood, and snipped all the right wires. He made it so they couldn’t get away. Wolfhook then crawled over to the back window and clicked his two front hooks on it. David whipped around with a scream.

“Gosh, mister, you sure scared me.” David gasped, still catching his breath. David couldn’t make out the man’s face in the dark. The man’s silhouette looked like that of a large toddler. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, and Wolfhook’s face was illuminated. He had dark circles under his eyes. His scraggly hair was stringy and matted to his forehead. Sarah fainted. David quickly reached to lock the door, but no lock could stand in Wolfhook’s way. He thrust one hook straight through the window, and hooked David by his jawbone, dragging him through the window. David’s chest and stomach were sliced up in the process.

Sarah regained consciousness and climbed into the front seat. She tried to start the car, but it just wouldn’t start. Sarah tried to hotwire it, but still no luck. Wolfhook was just wiping David’s entrails from his face when Sarah opened the door and make a run for it. She ran down the road like a really frickin fast runner. Like, holy crap, I have never seen a chick run so fast in my entire life. She was flying. But anyway, Wolfhook, easily caught up in a couple of short bounds, and tackled Sarah. She met the same unfortunate demise as her boyfriend. Wolfhook had struck once again.