Eli POV backstory

A year or so ago, I woke up in a dark alley in Tokyo, dressed in the same clothes on my back now. I did not know who I was, or how I had gotten here. All I could remember was that I was 17, and that I was, for lack of a better term, special.

I made an okay living in Tokyo's underworld, doing under-the-radar wiring jobs for a good price. I built up a pretty fearsome reputation for myself, to the point to where I wouldn't be bothered by the nastiest thug in the darkest alley. As a matter of fact, I would probably mug him instead. Hey, we all gotta eat.

So, one night I was preparing to sleep inside a gross, bed-bug infested apartment when these two guys straight out of James Bond or something burst into my room with these huge, bulky machine guns. They explained that their boss was looking for an electrician with a talent for speed and precision. I was reluctant at first, but when one of the Schwarzenegger Brothers told me the estimated payment, I immediately accepted. Unfortunately, some local authority was onto us, so I had to lead my friends through a twisty maze of side streets, abandoned business buildings, and shady bars.

Once we got to the location, an enormous warehouse, I began to doubt the integrity of these guys. However, I told myself to suck it up and put on the business face. Cool and sharp, Eli, cool and sharp.

-In a dark warehouse, on the streets of Tokyo

"She said she'd be here," the large man boomed, "WHERE IS SHE?!"

"I'm right here, buddy," a young female voice replied coolly. 36 machine guns were aimed at a dirty teenage girl standing near the entrance, who calmly walked right up to the man and crossed her arms.

"these guys said you wanted to see me," she said, indicating two armed men wearing H.Y.D.R.A. badges.

"Yes," he replied, taming his wild temper, "I have a machine that is being, well, complicated, and I was recommended to you. However, I did not know that you were a mere child."

"Well," she replied cheekily, "If my work wasn't worthwhile, do you think I'd be recommended?" The man clenched his jaw. This little brat was being a royal pain.

"I will show you the machine now," he said through clenched teeth. The girl nodded, and followed him as he strolled deeper into the ominous warehouse.

"I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself. You may call me Hydra."

"Eli," the girl said frankly, "call me Eli." They came upon a large, open space. In the middle was a simple shipping crate. Eli looked at Hydra quizzically.

"Seriously?"

"Go inside," Hydra said, "And you will find what needs to be fixed." The girl shook her head.

"Uh-uh," she said, "this seems way too much like one of those kidnapping shows, however corny they are." Hydra flicked two fingers, and the sound of countless machine guns cocked into position.

"Fine," she said, annoyed. "I'll go into the stupid box." She creaked the door open, and once she stepped in, it was closed behind her. Suddenly, Eli could sense the raw electricity that filled the crate. Feeling in the dark, she found what she was looking for; a socket. She pressed her fingers into it, and pushed the electricity inside of her into whatever this thing was.

Hello, it said, and who are you?

A friend, Eli mentally replied, a friend who needs a favor from an intellectual, powerful object such as yourself.

You flatter me, the machine replied silently, and may I say that your circuits are divine? Hmm, maybe I can help you.

Oh, she replied, that would be wonderful.

Thump.

Eli looked up, though all she could she was darkness.

Is anything troubling you, my dear?

No, she replied, I just thought-

"Alright," an unfamiliar voice said, "come out with your arms up. No funny business."

Slowly opening the entrance, Eli came out of the crate, her arms raised as well as one eyebrow. Standing in front of her was the weirdest collection of bozos she had ever seen. And she lived in Tokyo.

"Sorry," she said, "but Comic-con is held in San Diego, California."

"Oh, that's a good one," one of them, a guy dressed in a bright red and blue unitard sneered, "and that's the smallest juvie center I've ever seen." Eli looked at the crate behind her.

"You ever heard of a summer home, kid?" she asked, smirking. Another weirdo in a metal suit chuckled at her reply. Eli took this opportunity to use her secret weapon: her control of electricity. She messed with the tin man's controls so that he was sent crashing into two others, knocking all three on the floor. Unitard man tried slinging glue at her, but she fried it with her lightning. Using her lightning to ride upon like a wave, she sailed past them and down the hall. Behind her she could hear them coming. Suddenly, Eli came upon a dead end. Swearing inwardly, she turned around to helplessly watch the team race towards her, all of which were ticked off.

"Give up, sweetheart," Unitard man said, crossing his arms, "There's nowhere to go." Looking at her surroundings anxiously, she glanced at Unitard, then the wall behind her, then at the clear glass ceiling. She grinned.

"That's what you think, wierdsmobile." She ran straight at him, deflecting all attacks from the others, essentially used him as a ramp, flipped in the air so that she was facing the wall, then attached herself to the wall with her lightning. Sailing upwards, she gained speed so that she burst out of the ceiling, shattering the glass and landing on top of the building. Gaining her footage, she ran off, the electricity she had produced feeding her energy. Her new friends chased after her, quickly gaining ground. The metal man raised an arm and fired a dart out of his gauntlet, which pierced the girl's leg. When she felt the sharp sting, she knew exactly what had happened.

"Oh, come on," she growled, and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.