Clark's stomach lurched as the yacht rocked over another wave. The small staff cabin intensified every movement, making the tiniest of waves feel like the entire boat was going to tip.

The light on the ceiling flickered back on again as Henry played with the fuse box in the room down the hall. He had told her to expect nothing special, but Clark hadn't realized what that meant at the time. It was plain compared to the rest of the ship. The only thing that tied the two together was the white carpet on the floor.

The lights flicked off again and Clark sighed in the darkness. Her thoughts drifted back to her parents and friends. Hopefully, by now they had noticed she was missing. Maybe they would send out a search party for her. Clark's beacon of hope faded. Little good that would do, no one knew where she was. Heck, she had no idea where she was, all you can see is ocean for miles.

The light flickered until it came back on. She shifted her head towards the built-in shelf beside her bed, where a bag of rice that contained her phone sat. Clark was beyond frustrated. She had spent a lot of money on that phone and when she needed it most it was waterlogged.

Her eyes drifted over the tiny space once again to see if this time she would find anything interesting. A fresh coat of white paint, but she wasn't able to find a single hook on the walls. The cabin barely fit the two bunks, allowing just enough room to walk between. It was a miracle at all that the door could swing past them. She couldn't imagine living in here with three other people.

The lights flipped off again. 'This is so boring.'

Clark nearly jumped out of her own skin when she heard a knock at the door. She looked in the knock's direction, trying to picture the outline of the door in the dark.

The light flickered back on again. 'God damn it, Henry.'

She should have done it herself. Clark let out a deep sigh before she slipped off the lower bunk and took the three steps needed to reach the door. Clark turned the tiny stainless steel knob and gasped as the door swung open.

Sebastian shoved past her. He set his battery-operated lantern down on the floor before he plopped down on top of the bed she had just bed sitting on.

"Hey." He smiled at her as he tipped his sunglasses so he could look her in the eye.

The lights flipped off again but the lantern on the floor kept the room lit this time.

Her back straightened under his observation. The light on the floor cast dark shadows across his face, hiding the bits uncovered by his sunglasses. Clark tried to make herself appear smaller than usual, by drawing her arms around herself and bending slightly at the knee.

The lights flickered back on once again.

She quickly came to the conclusion that he must have been a poker player. She knew a few in the dorms and you always knew when they were going somewhere to play because they always had on sunglasses.

'You can't trust someone who is wearing sunglass inside, for obvious reasons.'

Unable to speak or move Clark stood in the doorway watching him. Her body shook as multiple scenarios popped into her head, all of which didn't end well. She nearly screamed as a loud pop filled the tiny cabin and champagne squirted out of the bottle in his hand.

Clark watched dumb-struck as Sebastian filled the two flutes in his other hand. Yet another carpet ruined by champagne.

"I think we got off to a rough start," he offered her one of the flutes.

Sebastian smiled at her, but it was only his mouth. She could tell it was fake. The lines on his forehead gave him away.

"Come on, this is some good shit. You can't waste it." He pressed the glass in her hand.

Clark hesitated but had to attain it when he pulled away. She stared at the hissing liquid in her trembling fingers, intermittently taking short glances at Sebastian.

He took a big drink, pausing mid-sip to observe her. Clark swallowed hard before she raised the glass to her lips, taking a small sip.

'This taste like shit.' He had told her it was good but to Clark, it tasted just like that cheap boxed crap but only bubbly. She didn't much care for champagne or wine. She was more of a vodka cranberry kind of girl.

The lights flipped off again and this time Clark looked at the single bulb hanging from the ceiling. She had really hoped Henry had it going this time.

"I hope that we can get along." Sebastian smiled as he took another drink.

Becoming a little braver now, Clark took another sip.

'Ya, it tastes awful, but maybe it will help me stop shaking.' She felt the yacht rock again and moved to brace herself on the doorframe.

The light blinked a few times before it stayed on again.

Her head felt kind of fuzzy. Clark stared at her drink. 'Was this shit really that strong?'

She had only taken two sips. There was no way she should be this buzzed.

"Looks like we will be stranded out here for a while...." Sebastian's voice faded out.

Clark shook her head in an attempt to clear it.

"I hope we can be friends." He smiled again, not in a genuine way.

Clark's vision blurred.

"You feeling okay, honey?" His smile shifted to an amused smirked.

"Oh god," Clark's voice quivered. "Are you going to rape me?" She leaned her weight against the door frame. It was that or fall.

Sebastian began to laugh as he rose to his feet. The lights flicked off again and Clark watched his darkened form approach her.

"I think it's time, to be honest with you. You're a liability. A loose end that needs to be trimmed and Henry doesn't have the balls to do it himself."

Clark's body slumped to the floor. She couldn't move, and her consciousness was fading. She stared up at the glowing popcorn ceiling as her vision began to blacken around the edges.

The lights flickered back on again this time Sebastian's silhouette loomed above her. His form moved closer as the darkness swallowed her.

Clark struggled to keep her eyes open in her principles of electrical engineering class. She knew the contents of this lecture would be on the final, but she was having a hard time staying focused.

'Why am I so tired?' Clark thought she had gone to bed early last night.

She turned her head to the side and glanced over at Olivia. Her friend and dorm-mate had her eyes fixed at the front of the room. She would occasionally look to her paper and jot something down before turning her attention back onto the Professor. It was lucky they shared the same major and classes. It made studying easier too. Seeing Olivia taking notes put Clark at ease. She could at least copy Olivia's notes later.

Clark turned her attention to the whiteboard when she heard the loud squeaks made by the dry erase marker. Professor Davis stepped away from the board, revealing what he had written to the class. Clark stared at the whiteboard puzzled.

She raised her hand.

"Yes? Miss Hayley." Professor Davis called on her when he saw her hand go up.

"Professor, who is Sebastian?"

Her heart began to pound in her chest as her vision blurred. Her professor's voice faded out until she could no longer hear it at all.

Clark felt cold. Her head painfully throbbed, and she moaned. She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

She sucked in a sharp breath when Sebastian's face came into focus.

Clark's blood-curdling screamed pierced the air. Her eyes locked with the man who was trying to kill her.

She struggled in his grip only then, noting she was hanging off the back of the yacht. Her fiery locks dipped into the cold salty ocean, sending a chill up her spine. Tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. The choppy waves swallowed her tears whole, just as they would soon do with her corpse.

The cold steel tip of a 9mm pistol tapped her skull just above her left temple, sending a have of pain through her head.

"Please," she managed to mumble.

Sebastian's pleased smile, made her stomach turn. The constant roar of the sea was overpowered by the crack of a gunshot.