Author's Note: Maybe I should offer an explanation for the insanity ahead. Well, I really don't have one. I decided it would be cool to start memorizing some of the digits of Pi, I got to fifteen and wondered if anyone had an obsession about it, and then which character from X-Men would have it. Cypher was the first to come to mind.

Disclaimer: Tyler Durden says "Use Soap."

I don't have anything copyrighted, wouldn't that be cool though?

End of Infinity

Three point one four one five nine two six five

He lets the water scald his bare skin as he enters the shower. It almost
makes him feel clean again, but so does the rain. With that being as soiled
and almost acidic as it is, maybe it shows he doesn't have the best of
judgment.

três cinco oito nove sete nove três dois três oito quatro seis dois

He loathes standing up in the shower, and he's more then a bit disturbed
by the notion of lying in water as the germs around him continue to rapidly
reproduce and take up residency on his skin. He can't let something stay on
him that long. He levels for sitting, dreaming that the ground is sterile
and attempting to block out all concept of the hundreds of feet that had
stood there before.

sei quattro tre tre otto tre due sette nove cinque

Everyone here thinks he's a joke. And he knows it. They hate him for mainly
one reason; they try to hide their jealousy, he could tell though. Like
when he takes his seat in the front row of Ms. Munroe's class, muttering to
himself because Kitty isn't there yet, he can see it in all their eyes when
he looks back to see if maybe she is coming.

They hate him because he's the same.

zéro deux huit huit quatre un neuf sept un six neuf trios

He's closest to being normal. He doesn't need to be here like most of them.
He could be back at his home, with his mother who drinks and his father who
hits him, go to a school were mutants are banned because none of them would
guess. Unlike most he has no problem with his control. No glasses. No
gloves. He doesn't need to hide behind anything.

Nothing but his numbers and words.

Negen negen drie zeven vijf een nul vijf acht twee nul negen

He does this to make them angry. He gets up long before anyone else does,
and steals the shower, wasting the hot water on himself, thinking and
counting, searching for the pattern that everyone else has lost, because he
knows he'll find it, but the slightest hint of someone else being is
waking, he throws on a towel and dashes out, sometimes leaving the water
running. They hate him enough, but his little rebellions are all he has.

Except for his words and his numbers.

Sju fire ni fire fire fem ni to tre null

As long as he has those two, maybe he could deal without the unseen
rebellion, because when you keep thinking and talking and processing you
don't have enough time to hurt. And he can't deal with the hurt, because
he's not ready yet.

siete ocho uno seis cuatro cero seis dos ocho seis

Spitting he watches perplexed by the pattern the crimson swirl, due to
either the punch from Ray or the iceball from Bobby, is creating as it gets
pulled down the drain. Everything has a patter to it. He knows it. And he's
going to find it.

zwei acht sechs zwei null acht neun neun acht sechs zwei acht null

They'll never know what he knows. They don't want to see it. But he knows
what they never can. There is an end to it, there is a pattern, hidden
beneath the chaos and confusion, there is reason. There is an end.

threefoureighttwofivethreefourtwooneone

And he will find it.

sevenohsixsevennineeighttwo

He'll reach the end of his fucking proverbial rainbow.

onefoureightoheightsixfiveonethreetwo.....

Because he knows that there's always an end, even to infinity.

And when he reaches it, the pain will come.

But he'll be ready.