When I discovered my abilities I was disgusted. I remember the rage that churned and screamed within me. That rage brought on my incapability to control my ability for a short time. In that short time, I took lives. I hated myself. Then I got smart. I burrowed that rage and those horrible abilities in the back of my mind. I settled down, took a very long breath and willed myself to never use them again. I never thought there would come a time where I would use them again. I knew deep within me that these abilities would never be useful for the greater good. They would only cause pain and destruction. I made a promise to myself that I would never use them again and I would live a normal life. I never was good with promises. So I guess that's why when my promise I made myself was broken. I wasn't very surprised.