He was like a wicked bloom, sweet smelling, colorful and above all poisonous. His smile held a sinister form, something you would see pressed against an antagonist inside some children's book. His eyes shook the very ground in which you stood upon and you felt as if you were dying right before this very boy. With the swift of his hand, he could take your breath away. Poison you with his tongue. Drag you into the depths of darkness. And his name was Joy.