One Hundred Percent

"Saved"

I was on the edge of that cliff for just forever. I was a scared little pigeon and I wanted my mum. I kept hoping she would just show up with an adorable dress and take me home. I could even do without the dress if I had to, I mean she could just bring me some denims and a tank. I didn't really have much of a "bikini ready body" at the time, so I was quite self conscious sitting there on that warming rock. Sadly to say, Mum never came and I was left there for hours on end, too afraid to make the climb back to the tracks.

The sun was beginning to set below the ocean horizon when a small sailboat went by. I stood up, no longer shy of my bare body, and I screamed with all my heart. The boat slowed for a second and I briefly tasted triumph before it sped ahead again, leaving me still stranded off the coast of New Zealand.

It was dark by the time I heard a heli overhead. It was a search heli, with it's beam searching along the cliffs. I stood up, brandishing my pale skin hoping the heli would be able to see it in the dark. They did, and I became cold as the wind from the spinning blades whipped my hair around. The heli hovered above me and a ladder was lowered for me to climb. I did so eagerly, disregarding of the height that usually would have paralyzed me in fear.

I climbed into the helicopter and staggered to my feet. As soon as I could, I sat in a chair and fasted my belt. It was only then that I looked around to see who my saviours were. A man the size of the Incredible Hulk caught my eye first. He was dressed in all black with heavy combat boots and a massive gun.

Another man stood beside him, in slacks and an open suit jacket with no tie. His yellow shirt shone brighter than anything but my skin in the dark. He stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Tyson Meyer, and this is my.. colleague, Sergio DiNapoli. We are going to take you to a safe house where we'll get you fed and clothed." His flat, nasal American accent ground on my nerves. The hulk, Sergio, shifted his weight and tightened his grip on his gun. He looked quite content that I was eyeing him so warily.

We flew for a long time, but the heli had no windows and I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Tyson acted so hospitable, but neither one of the men in the carriage of the heli offered me anything to cover my bare self. As time passed, I grew more and more aware of Sergio eyeing me almost hungrily. I supposed he'd been in flight for a while.

Tyson returned from the cockpit just as I was waking up after what I judged to be around my second day sitting uncomfortably in my chair. The light from the cockpit crept into the carriage and I knew it was daytime. Most likely early morning.

"Sergio, we're landing in Florence any minute now, you can say hello to your family, maybe. If the boss let's you off."

Florence? Where was Florence... My geography was never what it should have been, I did pretty miserably in most of my classes in New Zealand, geography, especially. The heli suddenly stopped as it landed. Sergio stood up and slid the heavy door open like he was tossing a pillow aside.

I was shoved out of the chopper roughly and I fell to the ground. My knees were bashed up badly and I staggered to my feet as I felt a boot in my side. Tyson wasn't looking so nice now.

I looked around at my surroundings, but I only got a glance before a needle shot into my neck and I passed out.