Raffy was exhausted, cold, and miserable. Not to mention a stirring of rage bubbling in her gut. Sticks and leaves crunched underfoot as she travelled away from her house and towards a small, insignificant gas station on the outskirts of town. It was a little, run-down building with absolutely no one there, not even a clerk to man the store. Almost all residents used the other gas station that was positioned conveniently in the town.

There the manipulative redhead waited, checking her phone every few seconds for a new message. The Cox heir was waiting for someone in particular, an anonymous enemy. She began to grow impatient when thirty minutes flew by. "If you're going to blackmail me, do it right." Raffy hissed to herself, polluted air filling her lungs in an exasperated gasp.

The sizzling rave began to boil in her stomach. She had had plans for tonight, important entertaining plans, that she had to put on hold for an amateur blackmailer who wasn't going to show! Raffy had prom with Derek, her friend's crush! This "date" was essential to her plans to put Selena in her place. Now, she won't be able to make it to prom. 

Raffy was feeling a lot of things, but worry wasn't one of them. It wasn't the first time someone attempted to blackmail her. Every good businesswoman had their share of enemies, after all. Raphaela was prepared, though. She dug into her purse and felt the cool metal of her recorder. She flicked the rectangular on button and a moment of static crackles before all was silent. The Cox child grinned smugly, leaning on a grimy post as she continued to play the waiting game.

Her smile vanished, however, when the rickety gas station began to wobble and a too loud boom assaulted her eardrums. Worried that the roof would collapse, Raphaela Cox began to run. She didn't look to see what happened, she didn't wonder what could have happened, she just ran further and further away from the town. Muscles burning, lungs aching, and a sharp pain in her ribs prevented the redhead from running long. Hopeless and frightened, frustrated tears began to dribble down her face.

Then she heard the squealing wheels of a car. A van pulled up next to her and the windows rolled down smoothly. A man sat behind the wheel, an anxious and impatient scowl on his face. "Hurry, get in, we don't have much time."

Now Raffy wasn't stupid, but at this point there was not much that she could do: she climbed into the back. Seven teenagers, a stop, and an hour later, the van pulled into a forest. The whole ride there, Raffy didn't think or say much. She felt numb. She knew she should be more saddened by her parents' deaths, but the only thing she cared about was herself.

"Alright, ok, everyone out!" The voice jolted her out of whatever she was doing and she numbly, lethargically, squirmed out of the van. Raffy didn't bother listening to him and instead chose to blankly glare at a stepped on mushroom. When her phone was rudely grabbed from her hand, she snapped,

"What do you think you're doing?"

David, as she discovered his name was, repeated himself reluctantly. "Your phone can be racked." And then he broke in half.

"Oh." Raffy couldn't muster any other response. He then got into his crappy car and left, leaving them all alone.

Belatedly, Raffy realized she must be in shock. It was the only explanation for this numbed feeling. But she can't be numb right now, she won't allow it! Her survival is relying on her manipulative nature - that is the only thing that will keep her alive.

"Right...we better get out of here." Leon said and Raffy nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we need to find somewhere safe for the night." She muttered in faux care.