Chapter 2: Train Disaster

Rebecca walked calmly toward the front of the train, Al close behind her. A slight pop from the top of the roof gave her the location of who she guessed to be Ed or a daring passenger, that and from the fact that men were dashing to the outside doors. They didn't even notice them. Rebecca twitched in annoyance and punched the first guy she saw. Sadly she and Kit had the worst luck in the world, so as soon as she went to punch this huge guy Ed jumped in front of her through a skylight. So, Ed was right in the way of the punch and got the daylights knocked out of him.

Rebecca just looked at him with her mouth open, she didn't know what to do until this huge guy swung his arm at her, hitting her into the side of the head. She flew to her right, painfully hitting the glass, it cracking under her weight as she landed on the back of a chair and toppled to the floor.

"Rebecca!" Al screamed, just before he dodged the guys' big fists. He was pretty fast for a big guy... I guess those muscles really do have a use.

The dude lunged at Al, Al dodging to his left and the guy sliding a few feet, barely staying on his feet.

Ed moaned and sat up just as the muscle guy began to attack Alphonse again, more relentless than before. Al's ground began to give as he took a step back every time he was stuck. Ed's eyes went big and he jumped out of the way just as Al was about to step on him.

Ed heard a sickening crack and looked over to see Kit holding her left shoulder. Ed walked over to her, her golden eyes holding unshed tears that were blinked away, as if they were never there. Kit looked up to the big guy just as he punched Al's armor hard, sliding Al back several feet. She took that as he cue and clamped her hands together. She let out a jagged breath and pressed her hands to the ground. Steel bars came out of the ground, a crimson swilled under him as the bars incased the muscled guy in a cage. Ed looked gave her a weird then walked in front of her, extending his automail arm to help her up. She immediately took it, and stood up.

"Are you Kit?" Ed asked, shoving his hands in his pockets; His coat missing.

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you need an array?" Ed asked, his eyes searching into hers for answers.

"My other told me what to do." Kit said smiling and walking to the next cart.

Kit stopped short when someone grabbed her left wrist. She turned to see Ed looking at her with worry. Kit's arm was starting to pulse with pain, but she wasn't about to let anyone know, she was stronger than that.

"We need a plan. You can't just barge in... Not unless your planning on being the decoy." Ed said as he let go of her arm and crossed his own.

"Might as well." She shrugged, startling Ed to say the least. She turned on her heels, Kit's eyes turning green.

"Kit wait." Ed said, but she waved him off.

"Kit's not here, try again later." She called as she opened the cart door and jumped across the gap to the other, casually opening it. She got one step in there and was stopped by twenty different guns being pointed at her.

"Relax boys, I'm just here to see your boss." She calmly said, holding her hands up, them only coming as high as her shoulder.

"And why would you like to see the boss?" A guy just in front of her said, letting his hand fall to the side, the gun in that hand. The other men followed suit, unarming their guns, some putting them away.

She gazed down to his necklace, an array carved into a dog tag.

"Ah... You know about alchemy, don't you? How about I give you a demonstration?" He said with a smirk, as he grabbed the dog tag in his free hand. His men scrambling to the other side, ready to escape.

The array and the gun in his hand began to glow. He tossed it her, Rebecca only smirking. Within' a few seconds she'd snapped his neck and trapped the minions in the cart. The gun, still a foot short of hitting the ground. She stood outside of the cart and jumped to the other side. Several men banging on the door, desperate to get out. Rebecca heard an explosion, the men disappearing from the door, the glass shattering as she grabbed onto the ladder, the whole train shaking. Rebecca heard a scream and narrowed her eyes, jumping to the roof; Looking only like a blur. She ran to the end of the cart just in time to grab Ed's hand. Her left arm screamed in pain as she attempted to pull him back onto the roof of the train. Ed was almost up when a second explosion went off, knocking her off of the cart, the roof breaking open, letting out a ball of flames. She pulled Ed close, bracing for impact.

The ground came hard, knocking the wind out of her as she landed on her upper back. Her head soon after connected with the dirt, drifting her out of consciousness. Kit's body let out a crack just as loud as before, her shoulder disconnected once again, and Rebecca was sure that she'd broken a few of Kit's ribs. They rolled a few feet before stopping. Rebecca laid there, loosing all consciousness, as Ed pulled himself out of her arms. He lightly shook her, his knees on either side of her waist. She didn't move, Ed could hear her breathing, which to him was at least a good sign.

He stood up looking to the train, that was amazingly still going, but Ed guessed that it was because half of the train was already crossing the bridge ahead. It was still several miles from Central and it would probably take them a couple days to get there, that is if Kit was awake.

He slapped his forehead with his left hand. "Now what?"

Ed heard yelling and turned around just in time to see Scar running across the tracks. Ed just looked at him with shock as several military officers chased after him. Ed might of thought it comical, if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to get Kit to a doctor. Edward saw Roy's men run at the back of the pack. Ed stuck his hands in his pockets and let one foot stick out, right in there way. Lieutenant Jean Havoc tripped over Ed's right foot, making him fall on his face. Sergeant Major Kain Feury fell right on top of him, his glasses flying. Havoc pushed Feury off of him and looked up to see Ed. Havoc's cigarette at the tip of his lips, dirty, but somehow the cigarette was still lit. Havoc let out a slight smirk and stood up, dusting himself off a bit.

"What's with the interruption Ed? The colonel gave us direct orders to--" Havoc didn't get any further as Ed began to speak a little too loud.

"Forget Mustang! She needs medical attention... Immediately!" Ed said after stepping out of the way to show Kit laying motionless on the ground. Havoc was appalled that he hadn't noticed her before, but he wasn't about to let full metal know that. He let out a frown, his movement showing he was indeed a military officer, uniform or not. He leaned down, shifting his balance to the tips of his boots as he inspected her for any signs that she could make it. He sighed, her shallow breathing and the blood staining the ground under her head, wasn't a good sign. She'd have to fight to win.

"Sergeant...!" Havoc yelled out as he took his coat off, folding it once and placing it under her head.

"Head back to the northern camps and tell them that we'll be back in a few days." Havoc said calmly, as he carefully placed his right forearm under her neck and the left under her knees.

"Where are you going sir?" Feury asked, his voice a bit shaky as he stood up holding his broken glasses.

"To Central. It's the nearest place with a hospital." Havoc said as he had hosted her up and fully into his arms, walking past Feury and up a low spot on the slop just to the left.

"But sir...? What about the other men?" Feury asked as he turned and began following Havoc, Ed already up the slop and waiting.

"No buts, sergeant. Now go!" Havoc barked, immediately making Feury stiffen and solute him before running for a jeep.

Havoc sighed and continued walking. He hated being mean, but Feury wouldn't of shut up if he hadn't. Ed silently walked with Havoc, eying Kit every now and then.

Havoc, laid her down in the back, leaving his jacket under her head.

"Ed. Stay back there with her. Try and put some pressure on the back of her hea. The bleeding doesn't seem to be stopping." Havoc stated as he walked to the drivers seat and started the military issued jeep, doing a u-turn and heading back towards the tacks. Ed had barely managed to get in before the jeep had turned and began to drive to the low spot on the slop. The jeep barely fit down the trampled spot and Havoc slowed, crossing the tracks with care for the tires, a bit frantic by the fact that the girl was bleeding and a train could come at any time. Speaking of which... Why wasn't Ed on a train headed for Central in the first place? Did something happen? One last bump pulled him out of his thoughts as he began to speed over the dirt ridden area, the trail to the crossing bridge not far ahead.

Kit bolted up, her golden eyes taking in the unknown surroundings, her vision blurry. She sat there for almost 30 minutes just blinking and looking at a bare wall in front of her. Ed watched, sitting in a chair that was across the room, before he finally got fed up and broke the silence.

"Why are you staring at that wall?" Ed asked, his arms crossed.

Kit turned her head and blinked once more before she gave a small smile.

"I couldn't see anything, but blur. It usually happens if I bump my head."

"Do realize that you fell off a moving train? I doubt anything could of been worse." Ed spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Kit just gave a quick smile and averted her gaze.

He was about to speak again when the door opened. Colonel Roy Mustang came walking in, his black hair was unruly, as if he'd just been sleeping. Even his uniform had some wrinkles on it.

"Hmph." He cleared his throat, a gloved hand fisted in front of his lips. He slowly retracted it and looked at Kit, everything about him screaming seriousness... Except for his clothes and hair that is. Kit blinked finally realizing that she'd seen him before. "Full Metal has filled me in on what has happened... And I must say, I didn't realize running into someone could cause me so much trouble." A small smirk rose to his lips as Kit found herself glaring.

'What does he mean by that... I should be the one saying that! He's not the damn person that fell off a train... God, if I didn't have another soul in me--'

'You'd be at home starving and stealing things for food... Eventually, getting run out of town for stealing too much, and then left alone to die in the wilderness... If I was you kid; I'd be counting my blessings.'

Kit growled at that reply. She didn't like this life, yet Rebecca did prove a point. She'd still be starving. She came out of her daze when she noticed that Mustang and Ed were giving her wierd looks.

"Why'd you growl?" Ed asked breaking the silence and the stairs, though he had waited until Kit began to fidget nervously under there gazes.

"I... er... Well... I was kind of in an argument with Rebecca." Kit admitted, uneasily, as Ed just sighed and Mustang perked a brow.

"Then her name's Rebecca." Mustang said, more to himself.

"The name familiar?" Kit asked, interested in the intense gaze Mustang was giving the wall behind her.

He looked down to her, his gaze gone. "No, chibi, it's not." He said coolly before Kit jumped out of bed, attacking him with a pillow.

"Ed...! I thought you said she was hurt!" Roy said in between getting pummeled by a pillow. Eventually though, he'd had enough of it and grabbed the pillow, forcefully yanking it out of her hands. He looked at her, his eyes full of anger and his lips were locked into a deep frown. Not many people have seen Mustang give his death glare, but Kit had been unfortunate enough to see it. Her eyes widened and she fell back landing square on her butt.

"I know those eyes..." She muttered under her breath before the golden in her eyes were engulfed by green.

She didn't feel like Rebecca had taken over, she just sat there staring ahead, her vision black, seeing nothing. She let out a jagged breath, her limps feeling cold and heavy as she was hit with a wave of emotions and a memory.

'Don't do it.' She was surrounded by the rest of the men on her team, wooden cuffs, binding her hands together.

'We're apart of the military! Why are you doing this to your own people!'

More rushed thoughts and protesters around her being killed. She knew it wasn't her memory, yet she felt like she was that person. Everything that person knew, she knew. Every name and every face as they were lined up once more and forced to walk.

She couldn't take it. If she hadn't of been so worried about her pride she would of cried. That's when it hit her... Run.

Her old commanding officer put a hand on her shoulder as a silent greeting, telling her not to do anything foolish... But she must. They were going to die anyways. Ignoring all of the security personnel and the guns that they held she turned and ran for the back of the line. The exit. 'Hey-s' and 'Stop-s' were heard behind her as she ran, a guard finally getting a shot on her. it hit her right in the back of her left leg, an inch above her ankle. She tumbled to the ground, just inches from the open door. The way out. An officer stood there. His eyes darkened by the shadows, but a frown and the anger he gave off was still apparent.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant Mustang. I didn't think she'd be foolish enough to try and escape." One of the guards spoke apologizing before they grabbed her and dragged her back, to the punishment that awaited her. Mustang just turned around and walked away, not showing any emotion anymore. She watched his black hair disappear into the darkness of the night.

"I hate you Lieutenant Mustang," she murdered under her breath.

The memory faded and suddenly she was in a lab strapped to a table, her old military clothes ripped and stained. Her body was drenched in sweat and she looked like the most they'd done was hose her off.

She brought her head from the cold metal table as she heard a tiny voice.

"Mom... Where's mom! Why am I here! Let me go!" She saw a little girl, her hair was a deep black and she wore a plain white dress that was stained with dirt and tears. She struggled as a man grabbed her and restrained her to the table next to Kit.

"Shut up! Your parents owed the military and you were there payment... So you will do as your told!" The security guard sneered at the girl as she began to cry and wail for her mom yet again. She hadn't understood.

SLAP. The girl immediately stopped, the side of her face looking like it would bruise any moment.

'The kid doesn't look 4 years old... How could they do that to a child.' There were those thoughts again. Though she too would of thought them, they weren't hers.

"Your parents abandoned you... They gave you up because they don't care about you... They gave you to us so willingly--" He frowned when he was cut off by the child.

"No! They care! They love me... They even bought me this dress...! They care!" She spoke the last words softly as if trying to convince herself; Now alone and confused in this dark world. "They do care..."

He smirked and walked off. He'd broken her, if only a tiny bit. She was too young... Too Gullible.

She turned her head finally seeing that there was someone else. Her hazel eyes held a silent plea to be released, something coming out of her mouth that she hadn't expected.

"Did your mommy leave you here too?"

Everything went black again as she closed her eyes, getting a hold of herself.

'What was that?'

Before she could think anything else her eyes came open and she jumped fist back ready to pound the guy in.

"I hate you Lieutenant Mustang!" Rebecca spoke, Roy's eyes widening at the sound of Rebecca's voice.

Kit was shocked as well. Rebecca had always had her voice when she spoke, but this one was far from hers. It was older and held more pain. It was official... Rebecca's past had caught up with her.