PROLOGUE

Then she looks at my again. Her eyes are cold. Dead…

I glance at him trying to calm him down, as he can't stop begging her not to do it. It was pointless. I manage to have an eye contact with him and he stops for a second and then he starts to begging me to do something. To say something. But I can't. So I look at her again.

The girl next to me was staring at her. There are tears in her eyes. He pretty much was in the same situation. How did he come to this?

How did I get to this?

A situation like that was unpredictable. Especially not with these players. I wonder who the lambs are and who the lions here. And most of all, I wonder why we didn't see it from the beginning…

Is it because we didn't really know the situation?

Is it because the lions were that deep in the lambs' herd and they looked exactly like them?

Or is it because we all were too scared to look around us? To face the truth. To tell the truth. To do something. To warn the lambs that there are lions among them.

And if that's true, we are as guilty as the lions. We let it happen. We saw the danger coming and we did nothing to stop it. We were just observers, too scared to do anything, too thirsty for our own good. The lions could see our fear and our selfishness and they came to us in many shapes. In whatever shape we would like to see. Many of us knew who they really were. But we decided that it's better to keep playing that corrupted game. They told us what we wanted to hear. That we will be safe. That we were chosen.

His desperate voice calling my name brought me back to reality.

"Please! Do something! Go! Tell here that's not truth! Please!" he was screaming now trying to make me listen. He turned to our enemy "It's me! Really! Don't! Please" She ignored his pleading.

I didn't expect that my upcoming death would have that affect on him. I thought that he would be relieved after what we've learnt. But apparently I was wrong.

She finally took her eyes from me and she looked at her supposing friend.

The woman next to me whispered. "Why are you doing this?" her voice was full with curiosity, anger but mostly with disappointment. Why do I keep watching people get disappointed?

"Why not?" the blond-red head woman smirked.

"Because it's wrong!!!!" the other girl replied.

She didn't respond she just took a deep breath and she pointed her gun on me.

When he saw her, he tried to get untied in vain. "Please…! It's my fault. Please! It's my fucking fault" he screamed to her.

"It's ok…" I told him. Lie.

"It's not wrong. It's justice. They have to be punished. They started all this!" she said at last.

The other woman shook her head in disappointment.

"The problem is not with the people who started this. The problem is with us who did nothing to stop it"