The fearless traveler: Ami!

A/N Ami is my favorite OC, and she's the one that I'll always use for horror movie fanfics! This is my very first one, and Ami is a kind of a caretaker for Michael. This is their story!

Ami didn't have a real home, but she had money. She was exhausted from a whole day of traveling. Ami walked, jogged with marathoners, hitchhiked, and taken busses all day, arriving at sundown in the freakishly cute little town of Haddonfield, Illinois. Although each house looked welcoming, Ami preferred to be alone. She kept walking further down the street until she spotted a seemingly empty white house. The door was locked. No problem. She kicked the door in with ease. "HEEEEEY!!" she yelled. No answer. She waltzed right in and flopped onto a shredded couch, setting down her old messenger bag and gripping her favorite weapon: a crowbar, just in case.

It turned out to be a good idea, as mere seconds later, a masked man stalked into the room, clutching a large kitchen knife. Ami looked up at the sound of his heavy footsteps. Though she had no idea who he was, she knew that he was dangerous. Ami sprang off the couch, gripping her crowbar tighter than ever. She leaped toward the intruder, holding her weapon like a sword. Her idea was to stab him through before he could do the same.

He grabbed the crowbar/sword before it could even touch him, halting it with bone-jarring force. He raised his knife over his head, aiming to kill. "What's with this guy?! He some kinda psycho killer?!" Ami thought. Without a moment's hesitation, she landed a precise strike under his sternum, using her hand like a spear. It worked; he doubled over, dropping both knife and crowbar in surprise. Ami slammed her crowbar over his head, knocking her attacker out. "Heh, if you've never had to deal with sleazy New Yorkers, you don't know how to fight!" she jeered triumphantly. Ami was about to leave, but she glanced back over her shoulder. He lay there, crumpled like a macabre ragdoll on the wood floor. Blood was beginning to trickle out from a slit in the back of his mask. "Oh crap! Please don't be dead!!" She shrieked, bolting over to him.

Sure, he had tried to kill her, but Ami herself wasn't a killer! And besides, he DID have a reason. She had obviously trespassed in HIS home, and he was defending his territory. "Umm, what do I do…? Uh, you wait right there!" Ami yelped franticly. She ran around the house, finally finding a kitchen. She jerked open drawers, looking for towels. Grabbing one, she sprinted back to the living room. Ami began mopping blood off the floor, eventually having to leave to get a new towel.

She lifted her attacker's mask off, trying to get a better view of the cut she had made. He had curly brown hair, which was remarkably well-kept for a recluse like him. Ami turned him over, to get a better look at him. His face was so serene, emotionless, even with blood steadily dribbling out of his head…. "Oh yeah! His injury!" Ami reminded herself, snapping back from la-la land. She wet a new towel from a faucet and gently dabbed at the cut.

She opened up her messenger bag and pulled out a first-aid kit that she always carried. She dried his wound with some cotton balls, and then looked over it again. He would definitely need stitches. Grabbing a suture needle and thread, she readied herself for what she was about to do. It was harder that Ami thought, at first. She tried to be gentle, but then she found that it was better to get it done fast. As she finished up, she counted the stitches. 13. "Well, that's ironic..." Ami murmured to herself.

She dragged his body to the couch, having a bit of trouble getting him onto it. He was much heavier than he looked. Ami made sure that he wasn't waking up anytime soon and then left. She wanted answers. Knocking on the door of the first decent house she found, she was ready to interrogate some neighbors. The door opened. It was a middle-aged woman with straight blond hair. "What do you think you're doing?! It's the middle of the night!" she snapped.

"Calm down, lady, I just have a few questions to ask." Ami assured her.

The woman scrutinized her, probably looking for some kind of cheesy nametag. "Fine, come in, and close the door."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm just looking for some… information."

"Like what?"

"Well, have there been any strange occurrences? People disappearing, that kind of thing?"

"Y-yes… but only during Halloween.." The woman stuttered, unnerved.

Bingo. "Only Halloween? So these things have happened before?" Ami prodded.

"I… I think you should leave," The woman said. She seemed really nervous now.

"Does this mean anything to you?" Ami asked, presenting her trophy. Her attacker's mask. The woman gasped at the sight.

"You… How… How did you get this?!" she shrieked.

"So you DO know! That's good. Now, all I need is a name, and I'll be on my way," said Ami. The woman hesitated. She hung her head.

"Michael… Myers… He terrorizes this town every Halloween…"

"Thaaank you…! I'll be off, now!" Ami announced.

"W-Wait! Don't go to that house! You'll be killed like the rest of them!"

Ami just grinned and waved the mask in her face. "oh, I'll be juuuuust fine…" she left the house and strode down to her new "Home"