Seeing as the last one got ruined lets try again and get it up the top with the most answers and incase anyone has a question about the story I'll start a seperate I have a story quesiton thread to save ruining it again.
So here goes...
They say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul but when I looked into my brothers eyes yesterday all I saw was....
This look of pain really took me by surpise as put until that moment I didn't know I had a brother.
I had been brought up by Shoulin monks in China and had only recently returned to Iceland
with great expectations, after spending three arduous and emotionally harrowing years in the jungles of the Amazon studying the medicinal effects of distilled sap taken from the yobyob tree. I intended to put this knowledge to use by
So to see my own features and likeness on the face of this stranger, put all my religious faith to the test....
could I love him as a brother......or was I in love with him??
My head was spinning, my skin had gone clammy, I felt my heart racing......
I had to get a grip, this was my brother for heavens sake, brother from a different mother, but brother none the less.
But how would I rescue him from the polar bear without putting our long lost sister in peril?
then it stuck me, a plan,
a crazy plan but one that might just work
I knew somewhere in my rucksack was the phial that I had stolen from the laboratory, if I could quickly locate it and administer it .......... there was a slim chance I could save her.
Without breaking eye contact with my new found brother, the hypnotic effect of my own eyes staring into my soul was beginning to relax me. The adrenaline was still rapidly pumping through my veins, but it now felt like an energiser, a life- line, the cavalry.... help from within.
Yes, he was
thank god my brother hadnt been mauled by the bear, now where was that phial?
A curse on Rachael the Spanish lady who planted her rare bamboo shoot in my rucksack, but what was this? as I held the cylindrical object in my hand, I realisedf it was in fact
The phone was sliding through my sweaty palm as I tried to get the Contacts Register.... Yes, the number was dialling........
I heard a reassuringly familiar voice...