A lot of people believe that you can tell someones personality just by their name.
Ami thought that was complete bullshit. Did the name determine the personality, or did children grow personalities to fit their names? Because in that case all of sociology can go right out the fucking door!
Ami scoffed, she was in a bad mood. Actually, she was almost always in a bad mood, she had a bitter personality, was very pessimistic and had a dark outlook on life, death and everything in between. She called it being realistic, her friends called it being a moody little shit, though they loved her all the same. Probably because Ami tended to be the life of the party, and had a weirdly good sense of humour to contrast the gloom.
The ps3 controller clicked in her hand as she expertly navigated her way through the test chambers and knocked over unsuspecting turrets. God she loved turrets. They were the cutest killing machine she'd ever came across and had decided that she needed one as a guard dog. At least she did until she was killed by one for the hundredth time.
"Ah fuck you too." She muttered and started the level over again. Just as she was about to make the ultimate momentum jump of all time her cell rang, causing her to lose focus and miss her mark entirely. Not even bothering to pause the game, she answered the call.
"Hello?" There was a long pause, and then some static.
"…Hellooo?" Her arms got goose bumps and she shuttered. Damn these calls from telemarketers always freaked her out for some reason, it was probably all the horror movies she watched.
"OK well this was a very engaging chat" She said dryly. Static still rang out from the other end. She contemplated threatening the other end but deciding against it.
"Er... Have a good night I guess." She sighed and hung up. She sat on her old sofa for a moment before deciding to shut the blinds. But she couldn't shake the feeling like she was being watched and paced around the living room and kitchen.
It was times like this that she was grateful she had a one floor house. The game was still playing in the background, the music calmed her somewhat. She stared at the small dog lounging on the sofa, surley he would be barking like mad if there was a stranger looming about. Right?
She grabbed her phone and stuffed it in her jean pocket. And surely she wouldn't need to call the police, but her self preservation made her cling onto it.
"Hpmh, I'm being so paranoid tonight!" She scolded herself out loud, her voice sounded strained and awkward and it set her teeth on edge, she was half aware of her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Looking for any kind of distraction she grabbed the toy portal gun from its shelf and flickered between the blue and orange setting.
"I have a gun!" She jokingly shouted into the empty house, firing it at her walls and celling. Feeling like more of a badass she snuck around her flat snipper style, flicking on all the lights, locking the windows and checking the closets. Her dog following happily behind, thinking she was looking for treats to give him, bless his little dog soul.
After thoroughly checking the rooms and locking windows she gave a sigh of relief. She was about to walk into the hallway that lead to the front door to lock it when she heard she heard the unmistakable sound of it creaking open.
She had heard that sound so many times. She heard it every time she had come home exhausted from a day at school or work, or late night with friends. When ever her mom came home from work, her face worn but happy. usually carrying in some groceries. It had been a sound she associated with happiness, but now it was the most terrifying thing in the world to her. Her dogs ears perked up. He heard it too.
"Hello, mom?" She said loudly. There was no reply. She knew it wasn't her mom, she was in another town, hours away by car and wouldn't be home for two more days. Her hands shook as she stepped towards the front door, all she knew was that she was going to have to fight. Unconsciously, Ami grasped the portal gun tighter. The tigger was pulled simultaneously as she took a step forward. There was a flash of blue and orange and she got the distinct feeling of falling. And then she hit something hard, heard a sickening crack, felt a flash of pain, and promptly passed out.
Had she remained conscious her next train of thought would have gone something like: 'Oh fuck me, what did I do to deserve this perverse treatment from the cruel hands of fate?' Or something stupid like that.
Part II
Three figures in black cloaks with red clouds stood facing each other.
Around them water dipped from stalactites, but they were too deep in concentration to notice or to care.
They stood there for hours, their hands clasped in a strange sign that Ami would have recognized in another time and place… Slowly a blue aura engulfed the cave, wavering and then slowly accumulating between the three figures. It hovered in the air like mist. Tried as they might they could not get it to progress any farther, and so they left in defeat.
And for three years the blue mist stayed exactly the same, for three years they watched, unsure of what could happen next.
Until one day, the mist fell to the floor like rain from a could, forming a perfect shimmering pool of blue on the ground. Out of no where a young woman flew up through it with an impressive amount of momentum and then fell to the cave floor, successfully breaking two ribs and badly bruising her pelvis. The blue portal disappeared, and so Ami lay on the stone ground, blissfully unaware of how far away from home she was, with no way to return.
a/n: Thanks for reading! To be completely honest, I'm writing this story to increase my writing capabilities and what not but I'm still putting in a fair amount of effort into the actual story, and Ami as a character has really been growing on me lately, I hope that you as readers can grow to like her too, anyway Thanks again.