Oh my gosh I'm so sorry it's so late holy crap. I know, another shortie, but I'm posting it with chapter 3 so hopefully that helps lol. I hope this one helps fill in some questions you guys had in your reviews (thank you so much for favoriting/following/reviewing this story! It means a lot!). To the couple of you who critiqued my work- thank you so much! Pointers are always welcome. However, I'm not going to go back and edit the chapter unless there's a problem with the plot or the characters. Or a spelling/grammar error lol. My reasoning for this is so that I can file the tips away for later writing pieces, and I can then look back at what it was like at the beginning and study my growth. Also, shout out to my friends Emily and Shannon for helping me piece the story together and edit. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter Two- The Newcomer: A Different Perspective

Edward remembered seeing a dark haired boy's fear filled face as he crashed down on top of him before all went dark.

He didn't know how much time had passed. He was half conscious, aware of many unfamiliar people crowded some distance away, along with one person nearby.

Probably the boy I landed on, Ed guessed. The feeling of the person nearby faded, and he heard someone, probably a woman by the sound of their voice, cry out in frustration, and then shortly after felt gentle hands flipping him onto his back and pulling him into their lap. His head, neck, and upper torso were leaned against something warm and plush, and Ed, too tired to care, and curious as to whether or not he had wounds, allowed the mysterious woman to check his limp body for anything serious.

The gentle hands began to search more in depth now, and Ed assumed they were checking for smaller injuries. Or patting me down to take away anything that could be seen as a threat, he thought. Soon, the woman reached his right hand in her search, and began to remove the glove. Ed felt himself tense up as he ripped his hand out of the person's grasp, not exactly sure as to why. Huh... That was weird. I didn't think I'd be able to move... What's so important about my right arm, anyways...?

A tiny voice in the back of his head whispered a name- one that sounded very familiar, but couldn't be placed.

"Alphonse...?" Ed asked aloud, and the name clicked. Just as the person holding him moved again, presumably to attempt to yet again remove his glove, he leaped away, yelling in surprise as all of his memories came rushing back to him at once. He clutched his chest where he'd been stabbed through by Envy. My heart is still beating... It's still there. I probably only have a scar. So, why am I so scared that my heart will just stop beating? Al gave his life for me. His life for mine. That's equivalent, right? But then, I gave my life right back for Al's... So why am I still alive? Damn! Don't tell me it didn't work!

"Who are you? Where am I?" Ed growled, not caring that the people didn't seem like much of a threat. He wanted answers, and he would get them.

The black haired kid that Edward had landed on looked shocked, they all did, as they saw Ed fully for the first time. Makes sense, he thought. I was just unconscious a minute ago.

"Wh-who are YOU?" the kid asked accusingly. He sounded scared, and slightly surprised. I dont have time for this back and forth demanding of answers, damn it! Ed raged silently.

He studied the group carefully. There were nine of them in all- three adults and six teenagers. Of the adults, there were two men- one shaggy and sickly looking with light brown and gray flecked hair and a similarly colored mustache with green eyes, and the other with shoulder length black hair, ragged looking clothing, black facial hair, and striking gray eyes. There was also a grown woman. She has to be the one who checked me over for wounds, Ed decided, seeing as she was rather round. The woman had fiery red hair and light brown eyes, with a stern but gentle and caring complextion.

Of the teenagers, there were four boys and two girls, the majority of the group gingers like the woman. The oldest looking in the group were two red-headed boys, who could only be twins. They had a mischievous glint in their brown eyes, and Ed made a mental note to steer clear of them. Then there was a younger red-headed boy, with blue eyes. He was scowling at Ed, disapproval and worry painted clearly on his face. There was one last red-head, a young girl, with brown eyes and a facial complexion much like the grown woman. There were also two non red-heads- a boy, the one Edward had fallen on top of, with black hair, striking green eyes, round glasses, and, Ed just noticed, a scar in the shape of lightning bolt on his forehead. The boy looked fearful and surprised, but not dangerous. Finally, there was a girl with bushy brown hair and eyes of a matching color. She looked kind, but strong and determined.

After debating with himself for a while, Edward decided the group wasn't a threat. None of them were visibly armed, although several of them were reaching into their pockets for something, presumably a weapon. None of them look well trained, Ed reasoned. I could probably take them, should worse come to worst.

Mind made up, Edward spoke again.

"I believe I asked my questions, first," he snarled, out of patience. Clapping his hands, he went to transmute his right arm into the blade he so often used, but he stopped half way. No... That would show them all my automail...

Looking down, he decided to pull up his favorite spear, instead. Thinking up the chemical mixture of the dark tiles, and picturing the spear in his mind, Edward crouched down to touch the ground in front of him. The familiar blue alchemic lightining crackled around him as the spear formed and was pulled up from the ground. Ed immediately pointed it at the kid with the glasses and dark messy hair.

"I suggest you answer them quickly."