thanks for the reviews :) glad u like the story. Anyway here's the second chapter, its kind of short,

oh right! i almost forgot i had to do a disclaimer... I don't own any characters or settings from this story

The peacekeepers marched Ed to a room and shut the door after him. Ed relaxed back on the pillows of the couch. This short period was meant for family and friends to come say their goodbyes. Ed had no doubt that no one would be coming to see him. No one knew him, nor liked him. So he closed his eyes settled back and imagined what his REAL family would do if they knew he was in this situation.
Al would never have wanted him to get on that stage Ed knew. He'd want to volunteer, but he wouldn't, because he knew Ed wouldn't want that at all. Ed would do ANYTHING to keep his brother away from that arena. He'd come in here and they'd have a long talk. Ed would say something to comfort him, make a joke or two, then he would say goodbye. It wouldn't really be a goodbye because Al would never allow Ed to speak like that, but it would be sufficient enough that Ed wouldn't feel like he'd left something unsaid if he didn't come back. He'd tell him to take care of Winry. Winry, She'd probably come in here shouting and throwing her wrench into Ed's head. She'd tell him to be careful and come back and she'd give him one last automail touch up before he went off fighting. Then the colonel would barge in here with his nose all high in the air and tell him to be careful and not be an idiot. Then he'd insult him and probably call Ed short
Even the imagined sight of the colonel's smirking face was enough to make Ed stand and shout at the top of his lungs
"I'M NOT FUCKING SHORT YOU BASTARD PYROMANIAC!"
There was complete silence for a moment then laughter could be heard on the other side of the door. Ed grumbled and plunked down again.
His next imagined visitor was Armstrong. The big lug would probably break down a door, rip off his shirt and bawl loudly about how brave and kind Ed was, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug and soaking him with Armstrong tears. Probably get sparkle dust on him too.
Ed shook his head and scowled. They probably already thought he was dead, knowing he was about to go into a death match would make no difference.
The silence stretched on, It was almost a relief when the door opened and the Peacekeepers came in to interrupt his stood without looking at them. He'd said his goodbyes. It was time to plan a way to protect himself, protect the other tributes and overall mess with the capitol's plans.
The car ride to the station was short and entirely silent. In another situation it may have been awkward but Gilia didn't even seem to notice the silence, she was wrapped up in her own world. Ed felt sorry for her, felt his heart lurch. It was impossible not to draw connections between her and his brother.
Despite the situations Al had been put in he somehow maintained his innocent disposition. This country wasn't war-torn but it was almost as much of a mess. These games were proof of that.
Ed had done his best to protect Al from the worst aspects of their situations, even if he'd pulled up the short straw in the very beginning of it. He'd refused to let him become a dog of the Military, though Al had suggested it on several occasions. It had been necessary for Ed, and he knew that eventually, because of that position, he'd be asked to do more unforgivable things than he'd already done.
Ed spent the drive remembering the battles he'd fought as a State Alchemist.
He didn't want to kill anyone. He never wanted to kill people. He told himself that when the order came for him to do that he would refuse. It seemed now he wouldn't have a choice. He wanted to protect them all but some of them, like the careers, wouldn't want protection. They wanted to win. Ed thought back to the very last battle he'd fought. His brother's soul had completely rejected the armour and Ed had barely been able to save him by completely giving up Alchemy. That ended his career as a State Alchemist, but of course, being who he was, he'd gone west looking for some new Alchemy, something he could use even after sacrificing his gate. If he had just given up, he wouldn't be here now. But he could never 'just give up' could he?
They arrived at the station and it was swarming with reporters and cameras. Ed scowled deeply, not bothering to hide his distaste for this country.
Gilia was turning her face down and away from the cameras. Ed felt the familiar protective urge surge within him. Why the hell did she have to be so young?
He sent a death glare at anyone who was closer than 2 metres to them. They were forced to stand still like prizes for the cameras to eat up; and finally allowed to enter as the train sped away.
Ed was extremely familiar with trains and sat down lazily on the high-speed model.
Gilia however looked uncomfortable and frightened.
Ed stared hard into her eyes, they were red and puffy.
"Hey Gilia" she looked at him, as if startled he could speak.
"Listen now, I will do what I can to protect you in that arena" he pointed out the window, to the west, after all 12 was furthest east, he'd be going even further away from his real home.
"And I will do what I can to destroy this twisted game"
Ed sat back as if he hadn't spoken and closed his eyes. He ran through every strategical speech the colonel had ever given him. He needed a plan. He also ran through everything he knew about this land and the games, even every screw up he'd ever heard of.
Gilia did not speak a word; Ed didn't even think he could hear her breathing.
The door opened loudly and Ed heard Effie's heels and Haymitch's slightly unsteady, solid footfalls.
The footfalls of Haymitch hesitated for a moment and continued away and into a different cart. The door slamming behind him.
"Your chambers are just in the other carts" Effie's squeaky voice broke through Ed's thoughts
Ed stood up immediately to go to his room. A private, quiet area to think sounded perfect. He stalked off and slammed the door behind him as he walked through the plush train.
Ed left his military gear on and flopped onto the bed letting his mind continue to run through scenarios and plots. Cold air brushed lightly on his exposed stomach.
Feeling his mind beginning to drift Ed took his arm from his eyes and pulled out his watch clicking it open.
'Don't forget'
How could he? He didn't have that option. He could never forget the things that happened but he had to stand on his own two feet and move forward. It wasn't for Al anymore. It was for himself.
His other thoughts were too slow and muddled to be any use as he drifted into sleep.

k, hopefully that was good, enjoy :)