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X-men Mansion. 7-th of June.

"The heat dwells upon this wretched town. It's a heat that dries your bones mixed up with pollution and probably one hundred other things that can get you killed. Misery goes well with misery. I gaze into the yard of the mansion as people I do not know wander around. Whoever named this a school surely was some sort of a peaceful idealist. Only a few of those kids would be enough to overthrow a state. Idealism is contagious and harmful these days, unless it's manifested by her... For her idealism seems like truth, the deepest truth of this world. She doesn't even have a "battle name" like us... She is just known as Jean, or Professor Grey. Serene and kind, unveiling the mysteries of your darkest thoughts, sometimes even taking a look inside your damaged brain cells, she is now assigned as my therapist but... there is more to that.

Surely my feelings are a bit "upgraded" for a therapist – patient relationship. She probably knows yet she keeps on trying to exorcise my demons, knowing that somehow, somewhere I could tear this world apart. Life can get weird when you can manipulate inanimate mater.

I call myself Rampage... because I know that destruction is the only thing that sticks up with me without getting hurt in the end. I once had a life and someone I loved. My mater meddling killed her as it got out of control. That is what Jean Grey is trying to fix, that is what I have sworn to never forget, even by paying the price of not being fixed. And now I am waiting here in my room... making an empty can of soda levitate with my telekinetic powers, then squeezing it and transforming it into a metal cube.

The only person that seems closer to my personality is Professor Logan, Wolverine as they call him. With a renegade behavior and blasting away whatever irks him, that is one hell of an example to follow. Professor Logan is war as Jean Grey is peace incarnate. Kitty is the concept of fun as professor Xavier is knowledge unbound. So many people with so many personalities...

I like Laura a lot, she is silent and sometimes scared, bearing the burden of the possibility of killing everyone on spot without even remembering. I identify myself with her at that part. It's not funny to be a walking disaster, mostly when you are a complete disaster on the inside too. The only people who can approach me without worrying of the consequences are Jean, Logan, Kitty, Laura and The Professor. The rest are... well, the others, the rest of humanity that cannot earn my trust.

Also, there is my secret friend... He calls himself Magneto. He visited me once and shared with me his vision upon the world, a world in which we could all get the vengeance we desire. I liked his vision about a world that is without fear, where humans are the ones running for their lives. He tried a few times to make me follow him so that I can discover more but, I have denied that invitation.

Darkness falls again over me... and I sit on the floor in the corner of the room. I sink my nails deep into my flesh as the music rolls like a hurricane. Jean would call this mild self harm. I call it a nice way to avoid apocalypse upon human kind. Jean seems to never be too far away as the darkness descends inside my head. I sort of cannot believe that there is no telepathic link between us. I just hope that the link would not show her what I am really thinking in her presence.."