"Shoot the gun, Deanna. You know what will happen if you don't." Charlie was breathing heavily. He was sweating and I could almost hear his heart pounding.

George reached out a hand toward me. "It's not me you have to worry about. He's not who you think he is." He was calmer the Charlie, almost too calm. I noticed him glare at Charlie who was desperately waiting for me to act.

I closed my eyes, praying that God would give me more than a few seconds to make my decision. I knew, though, that there was no possible way for that to happen. I had to make up my mind and soon. Everyone else was counting on me.

This was the hardest decision I ever had to make on my own. Not that I had never decided anything on my own. I have made choices on my own plenty of times. The thing is, none of them could measure up to how serious and life altering this moment was. If I made the right choice, our lives would be a little less dangerous. However, if I choose the wrong choice, we would most likely be dead within a week.

How do you choose between friends? When did you know you were doing the right thing? How do you save the people closest to you when killing one of them is the only way to do it? I had all these questions, but I already knew the answers. I just didn't want to admit it.

"Deanna, please." Charlie pleaded.

I opened my eyes and tightened my grip on the cold steel.

I knew what I had to do...