Takua's hand hurt.
He had been busy recording the events that had happened to their little band. Ever since the sky had flashed really weird one night, things had been strange. He had suddenly appeared in another place with a few other Matoran, as well as some strange beings who called themselves Heroes. Takua didn't know if he could trust them, but for the past several days, the Heroes had exhibited good moral values. He had a feeling that it would be okay to work with them.
What Takua didn't know was that three others had been transported to the same location, and their morals were not as pure as the Heroes. And unfortunately for him, they had come to a decision that no record of what was to come should exist.
Takua heard a knock on the door of his dwelling. "Who is it?" he called, not looking up from his work. A moment of silence passed, then he heard a gravely voice. "Your hand won't pain you any more tomorrow, my friend." "You have something to help me?" Takua asked, turning around. "Oh, yes indeed. Something for all of you."
There was a brief glint of steel. The tablet that Takua was holding fell from his hand, and hit the floor a fraction of a second before he did. The crash drew the attention of a few other Matoran, but all they found was Takua, lying still on the floor.
@Takua, Matoran villager, killed.
The gathered Matoran rounded up those near the scene as suspects.
@Dunkey_Kong: hated the scratching sound made by metal on stone.
@charyas: still resented Takua over a misunderstanding a few days ago.
@ColdGoldLazarus: thought that Takua should have been spending his time on something more worthwhile.
@RECspiriah: bored; wanted to practice his sniper skills on someone.
24 hours to vote.