The Hero Killings

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Hello, long time no see an apology is needed for that RIP
We are back, things are taking some turns :)
I was MIA for wedding planning, my wedding in JUNE, and then just had no inspiration but I'm back. Loving all the comments and interest so please keep that up. Also had an idea for another little mini thing that isn't technically canon if y'all wanted to read more about these two boys. 

I'm a fanfic writer at heart so I write fanfics of my own characters. I'll drop the idea in the comments next to this :) tell me what you think.
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Asher was sleeping soundly hopped up on pain-pills. Carter was trying his best to make things right, he had to make things right between himself and Asher. This felt like the best way for him to do it. He should have checked and made sure that man was dead, his failure to ensure his death was their downfall at the moment. Asher was not innocent in all of this, he did start killing with him, but their relationship wasn't normal, and that was Carter's fault in it's entirety.

Asher needed the sleep between his own wound and the cuts Carter recently gave him. Carter growled at himself as he looked himself up and down in the mirror. He didn't know what he was doing, or why he was doing it. He should just end it all, but he had a need and death was one way to quench it. Asher was too injured for sex of any kind, and Carter didn't really have any other way of working through his emotions.

Alex had always joked he should take up knitting to help him with urges and at the moment he was honestly considering it. Maybe not knitting, but something.

He looked over his supplies, three knives. Two cleavers, and his favorite the hand axe.

He looked back towards Asher who was still sleeping soundly, Carter took a deep breath and headed out. He started up the truck and made his way towards society once more, the man who they had tried to kill was finally back at home. Still recovering, and supposedly had a guard but Carter could handle anyone he needed to.

He pulled his truck a few houses away. He had a small pack with the weapons, one knife in his pocket just to have it on hand. He continued walking along the street till he came upon the house. He smirked, this was the house of his engagement after all, yeah he probably should have been a little more romantic about it but this was what he had done and he couldn't really take it back.

He should have put his knife in the man's heart and brain. He was going to now, just to make sure it was done.

As he made his way to the house he noticed a car parked in the drive way. He made his way to the back of the house through the gate. He crept towards the backdoor, he began to jimmy the lock. Once the door was open he slipped inside pulling his axe free. The house was dark, it was nearly eleven at night now. Carter knew he had to be careful with this kill, they had done it too early last time. Carter looked around the house in an attempt to find a guard or another person, but it seemed the house was empty minus his true target. He smiled as he crept towards the bedroom of the man who had escaped death.

He slowly pushed the door open with his sleeved elbow.

As the door opened he saw the man laying in bed, he grinned and made his way towards him. This was for Asher, this was to keep the only witness they had silent. He raised his axe and began to drive it into the man's skull. As the axe came down on him the mans eyes shot open, Carter smiled as their eyes locked. The axe came down on him instantly killing the man. Carter pulled the axe free only to continue to slam it down on him until the man was nothing but blood and bone. Carter smiled proud of himself, now the man was dead. He was going to take Asher back home, get married, kill his uncle if it came to it, and then he wanted to settle down.

He was done.

He needed to make Asher happy.

Needed to stop killing, needed to end this cycle.