I'm surprised I've managed to write this much to be honest, I thought I would lose interest like I did with some of my other stories but I'm really into this. This chapter is longer than I'm used to so please enjoy as this is when everything gets quite awful, you may need tissues for the end. Please review

The black Island stood solitary in the serenity of the peaceful waters surrounding. The highest point of the Castle could be seen form the nearest cliff face on the shoreline. Water crashed effortlessly onto the cliff face eroding the hard granite surface slowery over the hundreds of years that it would stand proud despite its eirre and bloody purpose that had echoed through it in the late hours of this beautiful morning. Eventually the rock the castle stood upon would be gone due to this event but right at this moment it was home to blood, death and misery.

Tintin lay semi - conscious on the cell floor, still tied to the chair. The only place on his body that what been left untouched by Muller torturous efforts was his face. This skin was slightly pale in the afternoon sun but failed to absorb any of the rays that were slipping through the thin bars of the cell window. Blood gently ozzed from the deeper cuts which were mainly located upon his arms and chest and the beatings he had endured had cracked his ribs, making it exceptionally difficult to breathe properly.

The day was begining to change and the sky turned as the evening sun found its setting target in the west. The sky was being to form into darker shades of orange instead of the pretty blue it was not so long ago. The slow descent of the sun cascaded against Tintin and emphaised the ghost that had erradicated his usuall golden complextion.

Dr Muller in comparision was standing at the doorway of the castle, walking backwards and forwards, wondering how to finish of the jornalist. After finally getting a good idea, he turned to the endless sea willing to reveal his idea when he saw a medium size boat approaching the Island very quicker. Under closer examination he realised exactly who it was. He stomped his way back into the castle, and grasping his gun and loaded the devil weapon with the lethal spawn. Under no circumstances did he want Myles, The Captain and the Thompson finding Tintin alive. What he wanted the most was Myles finding His brother's dead body, he wanted to see his face and give him the ultimate payback for what he tried to do to him in Khemmed. It dawned on him that he might not get to see how distraught Myles would be but would settle for killing another person if he had to.

Myles clambored up the rocks grasping his SP 2022, ready for a confrontation as he knew what he was up against. He had warned the Thompsons and the Captain about how Muller wouldn't think twice about killing them outwright. Thompson creeped in lead ahead of the rest but he never noticed the gun untill it was too late. A sudden bang echoed through the island hitting him straight in the shoulder. The last thing he saw was the gates of the castle then the bullet slammed straight into him. That was when all hell broke loose. As Thomson rushed to his fallen brother who was leaning against a rock clucthing his bleeding shoulder. Muller shot continuosly at Myles and the Captain, and upon seeing Thomson motion for them to go they ran after Muller who was retreating back into the castle grounds. Myles followed, as did the Captain, taking cover behind a thick stone wall. Dr Muller fired at the Captain and he montioned at Myles to go.

"Captain... "

"Go, I can keep him busy. If Tintin's here theres no telling what condition he is in"

Myles wanted to go and find his brother but he didn't want to leave him on his own for Muller to annihilate him in cold blood. But the Captain was right though, Tintin could be dead for all he knew and with that thought he dissapeared through one of the windows and ran down the corridoor, looking for any evidence of his brother. Myles roamed through the castle, gun in hand just in case Muller had any surprises on the way. Walking backwards down the stone cold stairs, he weaved his way down into the deep depths of the unknown. Looking down he saw a thin delicate trail of blood. He followed the blood trail for a further three metres and then came to a cell were he got the shock of his life. The amount of blood turned his stomach instantly as he tried his best to quickly open the creaky metal door. He threw himself onto the floor next to his brother, unable to stop the tears from running down his distressed face and began to quickly slice away the binding that were tying Tintin to the chair. Myles pushed the chair away and placed his head on Tintin's chest, he was hardley breathing he could feel the broken ribs as Tintin tried his best to breathe and noticed the deep stab wound in his shoulder were blood was still slowly ozzing out of. Myles pulled him closer in an attempt to wake him but he recieved no response.

"Myles" Tintin whispered. Myles held him tightly as he reacted.

"Stay with me, Please" He pleaded. "Hang on please!" Myles could hear the rescue helicopter and the back up getting nearer but he needed them now.

"I...I..I'm sorry Myles...God...hurts..." He gasped in short breaths, trying to get all the words he wanted out at once.

"It's not your fault, It was never your fault, Just keep breathing, please"

"I...I...I don't...think I can" He whispered, his voice corse and ever so quiet.

"How far is the medical team out Thomson?" Myles yelled urgently into his radio as his brain screamed at him for answers. He waited for the reply but nothing came, leaving him extremely worried. Was Thomson okay or had he fallen victim to Muller?

"Thomson I need them now, Tintin needs immediate medical attention NOW!" he yelled just hoping desperately that Thomson would reply. He needed help, NOW.

At that moment he noticed that Tintin's chest wasn't rising and falling as it should have naturally been doing. Myles shook him gently but upon gaining no response his mind went into overdrive.

"Oh God No...No...PLEASE" he pleaded.

Throwing the radio down he began chest compressions, depsite the fact that he knew some of Tintin's ribs were broken. An irony taste embedded against Myles lips as he gave mouth to mouth.

"Come on! Please, Please! I can't lose you, not now please!"

xxxx Dum Dum Dum! I'm an evil little woman and I love leaving chapters on suspense. More to come soon and I'm sad to say that the story is nearing its end and if you want to know what happens to Tintin keep tuned till next time cause i'm not telling now... hahaha xxxx the next chapter runs concerently along with whats happening with Myles.