Brothers Of Blood

Prologue

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PUNCH

"Ugh!"

The young man crashed his back into the cage as the other closed in throwing a barrage of punches at him.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS UP! DO NOT GIVE OUT (Y/N)!" A man at the corner yelled as he slapped the canvas with adrenaline running wild in his veins.

The young man named (Y/N) huffed and puffed, blocking and trying to slip punches coming at him, desperately trying to stay alive.

TAP TAP TAP

"KEEP YOUR HANDS UP!"

"HOLD ON!"

"TEN MORE SECONDS!"

"TEN SECONDS! DO NOT GIVE UP (Y/N) I'M WARNING YOU!" The four corner man shouted as the oldest hit the canvas again.

"Hold on, hold on..." curses and hisses came from seemingly a group of friends.

A bob haired girl with green eyes clasping her hands together and holding it front of her lips gritting her teeth, two young teens no older than 13 years old gripping the fences in front of them, a man with dark blonde hair biting down his thumbnail while hugging his girlfriend who was looking equally nervous.

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BUZZ

The girl and her friends sighed heavily in relief.

(Y/N) hung his mouth open breathing heavily as the corner men rushed into the cage.

"Sit down! Sit down!"

"Deep breaths, deep breaths."

He scrunched his face in pain and sat down on the stool and kept an even pace on his breathing as two of the corner men applied ice bags on his back and pressure his wound.

"Hey, hey, look at me!" the older man tapped his face and poured water into his mouth. He gulped it down.

"He keeps coming in wild trying to take your head off, so when he chases you, catch him!" the man advised as (Y/N) nodded. "He keeps going for that overhand and cross, so slip in and catch him with an uppercut or hook, got it?!"

"Got it." (Y/N) huffed and nodded swiftly, but there was a feeling of uncertainty behind his voice. But his eyes alone were evident.

"Hey." (Y/N) looked at his coach in the eye. "This is your moment, alright? This is your chance to get to the next step of what you've been working towards for your entire life, and remember who you're doing it for, your friends..."

(Y/N) looked to his left and behind him outside the cage at two of his cornermen, his friends, he nodded at them. Then he looked outside the cage at the girl and the other four looking stressed out.

"Your coaches." The man points at himself then to his left.

"Your brother."

He gasped as memories of him with his brother flashed through his mind, all the fun, training and loving moments they shared, having each other's backs because of the hardships they were dealing in their daily lives. Mainly...

"And your mother." (Y/N) was snapped out of his quick trip down memory lane as he met his coach's eyes. Hearing those words alone, 'brother' and 'mother'... His motivation and courage returned.