Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Author's Note: I just finished writing out an outline for the story. I don't mean to brag, but I really feel that this is going to be a great story. So strap yourselves in, because the next three chapters are nonstop action.

"Thank god you're ok!" Cindy joyously explained as she wrapped Jimmy in a giant hug and deeply kissed him.

"Well, it's no fruit cake, but I'll take it," he joked. He gave her a flashlight before handing one to everyone else. Stephanie walked over to him and pulled him a little aside.

"Hey, thanks again for saving me," she sweetly told him while fluttering her eyelashes.

"No problem," Jimmy said. "Can I have that laser back?"

Stephanie frowned a little as she pulled it out of her pocket. "Uh, sure," she said as she tossed it to him and took a seat next to Jason.

Everyone sat in their seats talking. They weren't as nervous now that they could see again. It was nearly an hour before Eustace stood up and walked towards the door.

"I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute," he said while opening the door and running out of the room.

"Is he insane?" Cindy incredulously asked, not believing that he had left the classroom alone.

"That, or he's the killer," Jimmy angrily whispered to her as he ran out of the room.

Stephanie stared at the door for several seconds after Jimmy left the room. "I'll make sure they're ok. You stay here, the others need you," she told Cindy, who just nodded her head.

Jimmy tightened his grip on the knife he had pulled out of his backpack. He slowly shined the flashlight down the hallway. "You won't win this time, Strytch," he angrily whispered.

Jimmy thought he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see the killer scratching him across the face with blades attached to his hand. Jimmy reeled back in pain. The masked killer pushed Jimmy to the ground and knocked the knife out of his hand. He pinned Jimmy and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He opened it and poured it on Jimmy's fresh wounds.

"AHHH!" Jimmy shouted at the top of his lungs. He tried to clutch his face, but the killer kept his arms pinned to the ground. It felt like his face was burning and melting. Once Jimmy stopped writhing in pain the killer pulled out his talking device and bent down towards Jimmy.

"You will die last. Enjoy watching your friends suffer," the killer said before jumping off of Jimmy and running off. Jimmy just lay there and passed out from the pain.