Blasted! (Hotty)

After her unlikely, somewhat incomplete, and rather amazing recovery, Ella did everything she was told not too! She decided that running around Jump again would trigger some more memories, especially about her past. She was born and raised in JumpCity, being in its core could help her.. right?
That being her state of thought, Ella put on a cami, sweatshirt, leggings, and the nearest pair of boots. She'd then open her window carefully and hop out, remembering her phone specifically in her hoodie pocket.

Now that she was out, she had to walk. After the wreck, she has yet to get a car, and taking any other car would be very suspicious and loud, so she couldn't do that. Ella threw her hood up and stuffed her long blonde hair inside, hoping not to draw attention to herself. Even in this slightly woozy state, Ella had most of her common sense. A lot of her memories came back too, some were just slower than others. On top of that, her reaction time and general process of what's going on was slowed down, making her a bit less sharp than usual.
Nonetheless, now was a fun time! Ella made her way out of the home districts and towards downtown jump where she looked around at the light up signs. It was approaching 1 am so all of the party people were out, bar hopping.

While enjoying the view, Ella's vision was cut short by a rag pressed to her mouth and a bag thrown over her head. She went unconscious after that.
Later she'd find herself strapped to a chair with the bag still on her head, in an unmarked shipping crate in the docks. There were two men in with masks on their faces and a few choice of weapons. "Alright princess, you're going to tell us how much you know about Midnight."

Ella's first thought went to the fact that these could be guys could be working for Dr.Midnight... Or even worse, they wanted all the information she had on him. It was a bit fuzzy, but those memories of the drag queen club were coming back fast.
The girl kept her mouth shut followed by a growl and angry feet stomping towards her, she'd receive a shallow cut down both biceps, followed by her stifled cries.
"Boss said keep her alive and mostly in one piece, play nice." She wouldn't give them any satisfaction or any knowledge, she had to stay strong. This was Jump.. someone would save her... right?

Her body hurt, they found out about her newly healed arm and quickly went to squeezing where it was broken. Ella let out a yell between gritted teeth, she couldn't let them win, she had to stay strong, she would get out of this.
After about 15 more minutes of interrogation and mild torture, the two men scuffed and began talking about her. "She isn't budging. Let's put her with the other girls, you know those sick bastards love blondes." He said while unstrapping her and throwing Ella over his shoulder.

She was terrified, where were they sending her? Who were they talking about? She needed to warn Dom somehow, if they were coming for her they would also go for him!
After leaving the first container, they'd take Ella to another marked container down further on the docks where they'd toss her in. When they shut the door and locked her in, Ella scrunched herself up until she heard the silent sobs of many in the container. There were so many people in here... girls.. oh no.. this can't be happening.

There were other girls, who knew how many? They were either silent, sobbing, or even trying to comfort each other. This was a sick thing to do, Ella knew she had to get them out of here, but she had to get this stupid bag off her face.
Almost as if they read her thoughts, a lady pulled the bag off her head and then began using her nails to rip through the duct tape on her wrists. Ella turned and saw a beautiful lady behind her which gave her smile. She began speaking a foreign language followed by a confused look.. "I-I... I don't understand, but I will get you all home." She promised, standing up and holding her right arm, it hurt badly. Her face was covered in bruises and her arms and chest has little slices everywhere.

She dropped her jacket off and slowly made her way to the door where she heard someone on the other side, this was her chance! She knocked on the door so that they knew she was there, she was ready to tackle this person and hopefully free all the other girls as well.

Taking several deep breathes to calm her nerves, Ella heard whoever was behind that door working on the chains. She needed to keep these girls safe, she promised them, even if they don't really understand her. Ella pressed herself against the wall and when the door swung open she tackled the person on the other side, landing on top of him and grabbing his arms.
She'd be straddling him and holding his arms above his head, her own right arm screaming in pain. Before even registering who he was, she looked behind at the girls who all were slowly making their way towards the front of the cargo.

When Ella turned back to them man she was sitting on, she'd have her left arm be forcefully grabbed and yanked off of him. The man from earlier was back with reinforcements, and he was practically dragging Ella away.

Well this was perfect, the guy now had a gun to Ella's back and was using her against the person she tackled. That meant that he was trying to save her and she just tackled him... Just her luck..
Ella waited a few seconds, clearing her mind in the situation at hand, she knew what needed to do. Her body practically acted on its own as she used the force of him grabbing her arm to swing herself up. She'd land on his shoulders and use her thighs to swing him down on the ground, this all taking a second.

However, the land wasn't enough to knock him out so Ella jumped on top of him and attempted to wrestle the gun away from him, her arm hurting like a living hell.

The boy came back and helped her wrestle this guy back onto the ground, she could finally breathe. She held her injured arm close to her chest as she looked up and realized who helped her. Ella immediately looked to the ground and began pacing back and forth, trying to get a fresh perspective on things. "I am so sorry." She said first, Looking at Hotwire then back to all the girls in the shipping containment.
"Every time!" Ella complained, hitting her own head. Last time she ran in with a Titan she was framed for murder. "Hotwire I... I.. Ughh how do I say this..." She mumbled to herself, her brain working a lot slower than usual. Ever since the amnesia her brain had started to process things slower.

"That man was talking about Dr.Midnight, if they are in any way associated then there is going to be a full gang of people on their way right now. We need to get this girls to safety.... Please.." She had a hard time looking him in the eye because she just wanted to fan girl over him.

When he asked how many girls there were, Ella closed her eyes and pictured when her face was first revealed to the group of girls. She did a quick head count then turned back to Hotwire, her attention now focused. "There was a little bit more than 33, there were a few in the back that were huddled together so I couldn't get a clear shot." She explained to him while turning her heel and briskly walking towards the container. When she got towards the door she'd lean against the side to get a better look at the giant metal spinny door opener.
That is she was planning on opening the door when a smoke grenade fell down and covered the entire area with a thick fog. This was followed by two strong arms grabbing Ella and jumping onto the the crate. Ella screamed, kicked, clawed, and attempted to bite him as he jumped from crate to crate, carrying her to who knows where.

Meanwhile, Hotwire would have to deal with 6 more guys that were armed with electric sticks and guns.

Ella tried everything, biting, kicking, grabbing, but nothing would work! He was almost immune to it all to a point where she began to get suspicious of what kind of powers he had. The girl guessed super strength, durability, and maybe something else hidden up his sleeve. That being said, she needed to find his weaknesses because it looked like she was on her own.
The girl wanted to pursue being a crime fighter, but every time she was actually thrown into a dangerous situation she always needed help. Ella needed to train, and she was going to start with this.

Attempting to twist out of his grip he only held tighter to her as he jumped from crate to crate, heading towards the larger part of the ocean. "Stop your squirming brat." He growled, Ella continuing to yell out and twist and turn, maybe if she was lucky he'd get tired and she'd find an exit point.