Eyes open. Another golden day begins for a little boy. He rises from his bed, and walks over to the single window in his room. He brushes the curtains aside with a single controlled sweep of his hand. He gazes through the window to be assaulted by the glory of a magnificent sunset. This fills his golden heart with joy, and he sets off to get dressed.
      Eyes open. Another dark day begins for a little boy. He drags himself from his bed, and walks over to the single large window in his room. He attemps to open to curtains, but when they get stuck, he curses in anger. After his anger subsides he sets off to get dressed.
      Boy A, enjoying his beautiful new day, decides to go for a walk. He passes many trees, and admires the beauty in each one. Small animals flock to his happiness, and he is overjoyed to be blessed with this company. The branches of the trees bend over him to create a refreshing shade. He greets everyone he sees on the street with a confident smile. All those greeted by him are overcome with feelings of contentment and joy.
     Boy B, still filled with frustration, decides that a walk might make him feel better. All of the trees he passes lean away from him, and animals rush to hide themselves from him. He keeps his head down, as to keep himself from any social interaction. Those who do say hello to him are awnsered with a rage-filled grimace. He is followed by feelings of despair and nervousness, and the whole town can feel his anger.
     Boy A and boy B continue walking through the town, their attitudes reflecting upon the very world around them. Farther along in their journey, their paths cross. On each side of the street, a boy stands, one with a look of hate, the other with a look of surprise. Boy A walks over to boy B, and extends his hand in greeting. "i don't think we've met before..." Boy A says in a calm, soothing voice. " i don't think we have..." Boy B replies in icy sarcasm. Boy A feels a depression he has never felt before, and he falls back into the street. Boy B walks over to him, and lifts his head. His face is identical to the other boy's, save the dark circles that underline his eyes.
     "Why do you do this?" Boy B demands,"Why are you so persistent on spreading love and joy? I can see it in you, so happy all of the time. Can you not see evil? Do you even know what humans are capable of?"
     "Humans are capable of great things," Boy A replies, "Humans are good, not evil. Evil is a choice, not an instinct!"
     "Then why does this feel so right?" Boy B says in rage, lunging at boy A. B's hands grasps A's throat, ready to squeeze.  
     "You nourish your evil, you do nothing to stop it, this is why you are so sad all the time." A says in terror.
     "NO! WRONG! The world is evil, not good! humans are EVIL! NOT GOOD!" B's voice carries across the town, his grip tightening around A's neck. The town has been quiet for so long, a disturbance like this is not common at all. The townspeople gather around the struggling boys, they stare blankly, not knowing what to do.
     A struggles to break free of B's grip, but can do no such thing, he feels the life flowing out of him, happiness is no longer present in his mind. A notices a shard of glass in the street, and reaches for it. A feels instincts controlling him, as if he is powerless. He fights the rage building inside of him, but his efforts are futile. A's thoughts of joy and justice are gone completely, and he plunges the glass dagger into B's heart. B's body freezes, stunned by the pain. He can feel pressure building in his chest, the blood from his peirced heart filling his conciousness. B falls to the ground, a lifeless ragdoll who knows naught but death.
     A rises from the pool of dark blood, an expression of joy and content on his face. Dark circles form underneath his eyes, a sickly grin spreads across his face. He grasps his chest with bloodstained hands and laughs hysterically. The laughter rings across the countryside, heard by many. A contains himself, and look around him at the townspeople. They no longer look confused, but they seem content aswell. A walks past them, and continues down the street. The trees he passes bend away from him, and animals scurry away in fright.
     A has been won by evil, he has tasted power, And it fills him with joy.