He walks down a cold and dirty street heading home from a long day of working. His surroundings are familiar; so familiar, in fact, that he spotted a missing light post, as well as the absence of a plant he so often saw on his way home. Something wasn’t right.
He looks around; something is very strange about the street. It is dim. It is silent; too silent for his taste. He notices a slight, ever so slight, difference near the light post. He walks closer, and the closer he gets, the more he realizes what he is actually seeing. It’s blood. A distinct patch of blood drenched the sidewalk next to the, no longer present, light post.
“What happened here?” he thought.
Looking more closely, he sees that not only is there blood near the light post, but there is a trail of blood leading into an alley. Each step he takes begins to get heavier and heavier. The sound of his breath begins to get louder and louder. The abnormal silence allows him to hear the fast paced beat of his heart.
As he approaches the abrupt turn into the darkened alleyway, he hesitates. He contemplates on whether or not to continue. His conscience battles against a curious temptation to look around the corner. “Should I go, or should I not?” he ponders. After some time, out of his own curious nature, he decides to take a leap of faith.
He takes a left turn into the blackened alley. At first, he is blind to the darkness. However, after a few moments, his eyes become adjusted to the pitch black surroundings. It is nearly impossible to describe the feeling of surprise and fear that first came into dear Tehkii’s mind at first sight of what lay before him, but perhaps an explanation of what he saw is in order…
Burahk walked down the same street that Tehkii would later walk on, in a quite similar fashion. He, likewise, walked home from the long day of work he had endured. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; everything seemed normal. It was just the same old excursion he walked daily. Sometimes, however, when things seem normal, they are, indeed, quite the opposite. This fact was apparent on the night the Burahk met his maker.
It was all so fast, all so abrupt. The Matoran, or what seemed to be a Matoran, jumped out from behind a bush and grabbed Burahk. In the process, he unintentionally pulled the frail, little bush out of the ground with the force he brought upon Burahk. The attacker tied Burahk up and then succeeded to take the nearest light post down. He then started beating Burahk with light post until the pain of it all was too much.
Burahk was no more. Panicking, the attacker took the bush, light post, and Burahk, or Burahk’s remains, rather, and threw them all into a practically abandoned alleyway. It seemed convenient enough at the time, but little did he know that someone like Tehkii would come along to find the victim of a horrible homicide.
Tehkii is stricken with a huge wave of shock. The dead body lay still in the dirt drenched in blood. In the distance, he sees the bush and light post that had led him to find what was in front of him. So shocked, in fact, that it is just too much for him. He falls, hits his head on a large rock, and there lay two Matoran bodies, dead, in the darkened night, all because of one little curious peek around a corner that Tehkii presumed safe; all because of one little temptation.
Look where that choice got him…
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-Rez













