Okay, single reviewer, I have taken what you said and improved. I was trying to write small chapters, but update regularly. We can now see how that turned out.
Kat chewed her thumb as she waited round the corner from where she had ran into her 'brother'.
She nearly had a heart attack when she heard a voice behind her.
"Kat?"
Christian smiled warmly and Kat felt herself smile slightly too. Even if he wasn't her brother, he reminded her of safety. Not reminded exactly, she knew that she had seen that look before though.
"Kat, I'm so glad you decided to-" Christian cut off when he reached out to pat her shoulder and she flinched away.
"Sorry." he said looking down.
"I just want answers." Kat said.
Christian nodded then swallowed, urging her on.
"If you really are my brother, then you'll know who my mother is." Kat said, not really expecting him to have an answer.
"Our mum was a beautiful woman, she had this lifelong dream to become an actress, but she only really starred in budget-theatre productions. I remember, when you were about nine, she got this one job on a soap advert that was on the TV and she was so proud. She made us watch it, like every day."
Kat felt the breath leave her chest.
"So it was her.." She murmured, grinning.
I knew that wasn't just some random chick on an commercial, Kat thought.
Christian continued, "But then you started to forget stuff. Mum was panicking, thinking you had hit your head or something, but it didn't add up. I had showed you how to repair a motorbike earlier that week, and when we showed you the parts again, you fitted them together in about 2 minuets. It was then that I knew you were...different."
"Can you take me to her? Where is she now?" Kat asked excitedly.
Christian looked at the ground, speaking quietly.
"She...uh. Stanton Parish has her."