Percy
The sharp, cold wind from the helicopter blades flung my bangs into my eyes, forcing me to squint. Through my eyelashes I could see one of my captors walking towards me. I hated this one the most out of all of them.
This man was enormous; easily over six feet tall, with muscles that made him look like he could rip a tree out of the ground and snap it in half with his bare hands. He had short, dark auburn hair and bushy eyebrows. Instead of dark eyes, like one would expect, he had eyes that were like ice. Those eyes could freeze you in your tracks, scared half witless.
I attempted to scoot back, but failed since my hands were bound behind my back and my ankles were tied together. He laughed at me and hauled me up by my injured left arm. It was all I could do not to scream. He glared and dug his fingers into the injury, making me clench my jaw. He would not get satisfaction.
My captor sighed with disappointment. A momentary feeling of triumph went through me. It was a feeling that faded when I saw where he was dragging me to. We stopped inches from the open door of the helicopter. He pulled me in front of him and I felt a searing pain in my right arm, just beneath the shoulder.
"Hope that hurt," He growled. "Watch out for the blades." Then he shoved me out of the door.
I landed with a painful thud in the snow, rolling a little bit. My arms, wrists, and ankles were on fire, and I was thoroughly covered in snow. I looked up at the shrinking form of the machine that brought me here, and I saw the man who kidnapped me, beat me down, stabbed me, and then threw me into the wilderness bound, bruised, and bleeding leaning out the door. He was smiling.
The last thought I had before the shadows of unconsciousness took over was: The cruel jerk probably poisoned the blade…