Disclaimer: I don't own JTHM. I own Amy.

OK, finally, chapter one! It will change from drama/horror to drama/angst probably sometime. It's only horror because of some of the unpleasant things that happen.

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"Shit. Arg!" she mumbled, brushing her dark brown hair out of her eyes. She watched the ground as she walked toward the house a few blocks away; her destination. She caught sight of herself in a puddle by the curb and grumbled.

She was about 5'8", and weighed around 118 pounds. Her dark brown hair went just a little past her shoulders, and she had light, clear blue eyes that contrasted her hair something fierce. She was wearing a black shirt with purple fishnet sleeves, pale blue sneakers, a pair of her most comfortable black jeans, and her small oval shaped locket. She never took that thing off. She never let anyone look inside, either. No one knew why. She was very mysterious to most people. But then again, she didn't really let most people get to know her that well.

Ah, there it was. She walked up the steps (trying to ignore the bloodstains that she still hadn't gotten quite accustomed to) and knocked on the door. It creaked open a few seconds later. A thin young man about her age stepped out of the dark expanse of nothingness that was inside the house. He saw that it was her, and smiled slightly.

"Hello Amy. Come in," he said civilly, and she followed him into house # 777.

"Hello Nny. I haven't seen you in a long time. So, you called? What do you need? You sounded pretty urgent on the phone," Amy said, looking around at the all too familiar walls of the dark house.

"Yes. I..I think I'm cracking. I just can't make myself happy anymore. I find myself continually depressed. I think I may have dropped over the edge."

"The edge of what?"

"Sanity. I was hanging on by a single strand, which, I think, has broken."

"So, what do you think you can do about it?" Amy asked, crossing her arms.

"I need to get out of here. Need to go and see something new. Something....alive," Nny said thoughtfully, staring at the wall.

"Oh, oh, I know!" Amy said.

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"Are you sure about this?" Nny asked over the pounding of the music as Amy dragged him by the arm into the noisy dance club.

"Yeah, sure I'm sure!" Amy shouted over the noise.

"OK, I'll have to take your word for it!" Nny shouted back, looking around the crowded place.

They stood there motionless for a few minutes, and then suddenly someone sauntered up to them.

"Well well well," said the man, who was a stranger to Nny but Amy seemed to know him.

"Get out of here Brent," she said, glaring at the strange man. (when I say strange, I mean unfamiliar to)

"Aw, how sweet. The little paranoia-bitch has a boyfriend!" Brent said, chuckling.

"I said get ou-" Amy began, but Nny leaped into action. He yanked a knife out of his pocket and had it jabbed through Brent's neck faster than you can say 'funny farm here's your newest member'. Brent slid to the floor with a dry thud, and Amy stared in horror.

"Hey, what the fuck's your fuckin problem, you fuckin psychopath!?" asked a terrified bystander. Nny yanked out a machete and sliced the man's torso in half.

Thunk.

"You fag!" screamed a miscellaneous member of the crowd. Nny lost it.

"FAG?" he screamed, leaping onto a table, his knives raised. "Who's the fag now?!" he screeched, leaping forward.

"You're mean!"

RIIIIIIIIP!

"Leave me alone from now on!"

SPLATTER!

"You didn't have to stare!!"

GROOOOOOOOOCK! (splash, splatter)

Amy shrank against the wall in terror. Her eyes were wide in fear.

"Nny why are you-?" she shrieked, sidestepping a flying limb of some sort. Nny laughed maniacally, tearing at the flesh of another guy.

"How's it feel, asshole!?" Nny yelled, grinding the blade into the face of the guy. Nny suddenly looked up and saw the look of pure panic on Amy's face. "Oh, um..." Nny tried to explain.

Amy turned and started backing for the door.

"Amy wait I can-"

"Stay away from me!" Amy said, her voice trembling. She continued to back away from him.

"Amy wait I can-"

Amy turned and ran out the door.

"WAIT!" Nny screamed, following after her. Amy leaped into her car as fast as she could. She started the ignition and backed up very quickly. Then she turned and sped forward, followed closely by Nny.

Nny trailed her car for several blocks. She kept looking in her rearview mirror, and he did not allow her to see him. But suddenly he saw her jump, and he knew that she had spotted him. She sped up a little.

She was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice the truck directly in front of her car.

"Amy watch out-!"

Cruuunch

The two cars collided head on. The truck was large and took no real damage.

Smash

Amy crashed through the windshield of her car, flying out of the car completely.

Crack.

She landed with a sickening crack in the middle of the road. Blood began spurting out of her head immediately. A puddle began to form on the concrete.

"Amy!!! Oh shit!!" Nny screamed, running to where she lay in the middle of the road. "Amy? Amy wake up! Answer me!" Nny screamed, shaking her.

Amy's eyes fluttered open a bit, and she blinked. "Nny? That you?" she mumbled before her eyes shut once more and she passed out or something of the sort.

"Amy?" Nny asked desperately. A small crowd was gathering. "Don't just stand there you stupid fuck!" Nny screamed at a man holding a cell phone, losing his temper. "Call an ambulance! Can't you see she's fucking bleeding!?"

Nny looked around desperately , searching for some source of help as the man quickly dialed 911.

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Short, yes. Stupid, yes. But it does get better.