Excerpt of Chapter 9 - BloodSport

He’d meant what he said. Andrew was going to burn Riko to the ground; worse. He was going to take everything from him - strip his world and turn it bare and lifeless. He was going to ruin it all; tear the Nest apart, brick by bloody brick and when Riko was left with nothing, no one; when all that remained was smoke and ashes; when Riko thought it was over, Andrew would prove him wrong.

It’s what they both deserved.

Andrew left. He turned his back. He hurt Neil and subjected him to horrors that Andrew knew all too well. While he was with his family, Neil was being ripped apart by hungry Ravens. Andrew didn’t think he could ever forgive himself or be worthy of forgiveness.

If there was a Hell, Andrew had his place. But, he’d be damned if he didn’t drag Riko down with him.

Unadulterated rage. He felt it everywhere. His hands shook and the food in his stomach turned to lead - weighing heavy and black. He felt like he was rotting from the inside out.

His head ached from how hard he clenched his jaw and his neck strained with the effort to stop the scream he wanted so badly to let free.

Breakfast scraps scattered the table, styrofoam containers, and butter-stained plastic forks; little bits of egg swam in the leftover syrup and orange juice was left half ~~full~~ empty.

Neil sat next to him. He was real and warm, flesh and blood with the scars to prove it. All of his auburn hair sat atop his head in a mess of curls and Andrew had the urge to brush his fingers through, remind himself that he was capable of being soft and caring. But the strands would catch on the splits in his knuckles and the calluses on his fingers - would stick to the dried splash of sugared coffee and snag on bitten nails.

Andrew looked down at his hands and all he could see was the pain they’d caused - wrapped around a neck or a knife, curled to hit and leave marks; to clutch a steering wheel that was not his, and unstrap a belt from the wreckage.

To pull open a door once and never again.

MY BLOCK IS DISAPPEARING I THINK.

***this is completely unedited. woops. i just wanted to post something***

I thought I’d post a passage from chapter 9. why? i dont know :) but why the hell not? Big things are going to start happening and I am realllllyyyy fucking excited for the next few chapters! Catch up on BloodSport here!

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BloodSport Chapter 8 Excerpt:

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He was gone.

With one firm shove, Neil closed the door and hammered a nail into his own casket.

There was a gaping hole in his chest that could never be filled. Once finally complete, feeling right, and whole, he was left floundering, empty, and scared.

Andrew had become everything - Neil had allowed him to. With his harsh eyes and gentle hands, barbed quips and soothing whispers, Neil wanted to believe he saved him from a life that never should have been his.

The night before had been the happiest Neil had ever been in his life - he was sure Andrew felt the same. Up there in the air, with no one to judge, but the moon and stars. Neil had felt safe, so safe. Together, they had fallen asleep sharing the same space, the same blanket, the same pocket of reality that seemed to move and flow only for them. He remembered waking up to the dawn in Andrew’s eyes and the lazy smile spread upon his lips...

All he wanted was to make sure Andrew could feel that again; without a ball and chain at his ankle, a leash at his throat, and cuffs on his wrists.

Andrew deserved freedom and Neil decided in that split moment, that the look of betrayal Andrew gave him, was worth the unbound years ahead.

The beating that followed was brutal, but Neil grit his teeth and bore it as he thought of Andrew, going to school, college, having a career, a family.

In Neil’s eyes, Andrew deserved the world. He hoped, at least, he’d given him the chance to have it.

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So, I’ve been a writing fiend for the past few days. Jumping between Cracker Dust and BloodSport... I dont know what it is. I think I’ve finally reached the point in fic writing, that the only world I ever want to be in right now, is BloodSport? Like, all the prompts I’ve been getting, I’ve been thinking of like ‘can I write this in the BS world tho...’. I’m literally figuring out a christmas/holiday oneshot and all I keep thinking of is, Christmas in the Nest.

Guys. I’m fucked. I’ve finally gotten to that point. So, with all that being said, this is an excerpt of a flashback. :)

(I AM STILL WORKING ON CRACKER DUST. LET ME MAKE THAT CLEAR. NEW CHAPTER WILL BE POSTED THIS WEEK FROM BOTH NEIL AND ANDREWS POV’S)

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