The anger that erupted from Asa had Carter taking a step backwards. He knew he'd messed up, but this, this wasn't the way. "Asa please. I know I've done wrong. I promise I won't go out again, please. This is madness" he begged with his eyes locked on Asa as the man slipped out of his jacket. What was his guardian's plan? Every possible outcome was firing through his brain. Would Asa make him look like the poor soul that was hanging from the ceiling? Would he meet the same fate? He didn't have anywhere to run and the maids wouldn't hear him if he tried to plead and scream for their aid, so what could he do? There was no way he could fight against Asa to make a break for the door. All he could do was up at his guardian with watery eyes in complete defeat as Asa held his face in his cool hands.<br/><br/>"Please. Have mercy. You can't take a life from someone that is still living" but the fight was gone from his tone. He knew there wasn't anything he could say to change his guardians mind. He'd been scared of Asa when he was younger, but his fear had only ever spiced to a two out of ten on the scale. Right now, he was sitting at about an eight.<br/><br/><i>'Five minutes and thirty seconds' </i><br/><br/>Hearing the short minutes again made the water in Carters eyes fall. "Asa..." He hadn't felt this level of uncertainty before, but now he wasn't sure how the night was going to plan out. This was murder. How could someone like Asa believe this was okay? His guardian had drilled what was Right and Wrong into him from the moment he'd walked into the house from being fostered. There was nothing right about this.<br/><br/><i>'Now look where we are'</i><br/><br/>There was no way he could do this. Not this. He felt sick and when Asa picked up the scalpel he attempted to keep his hand away from Asa's. He couldn't do something like this to someone. "I-I can't. It'll kill him" he said looking back to the poor soul. He'd lost far too much blood and his pleads were rattling in his ears. He could feel his heart breaking with each beg that left the gents mouth. How could he silence him to make this easier for the both of them? How could he take his pain away? Carter wasn't a doctor. He didn't know the right places to cut to keep the guy from bleeding out. But he did walk over to him with the scalpel in his right hand. His left hand raised, and he gently set his palm against the guys cheek and gazed into those poor tearful eyes. "Please... close - your eyes" his voice cracked and his own body was trembling. Breathing was becoming a problem as he struggled to speak and keep himself in control, but he knew he wasn't doing a good job of it. "Close your eyes"  he said again before leaning closer to whisper. "Try to find a nice feeling within whatever happens. Focus - on it. Please. I'm so - sorry" Fuck leaving the house, after tonight he wasn't going to leave his room. He'd keep the door locked if he could so nobody could enter. "Inhale... I'll begin" But he couldn't keep control of his shaking hands and his vision was blurred from his tears. Still, he set the scalpel against the man's thigh and gently pierced the skin and dragged the equipment though. The feeling was horrible, it dragged and Carter could feel the blood running over his fingers. The warm sensation made him gag and wretch. He couldn't do this. Not this. He turned away from the poor male and released his breakfast on the floor beside him.