"I am Jack's stolen essence...I am Tyler Durbin...I am confused as fuck...Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains...I'm in that mood again, the one where I want to destroy something beautiful and that blonde fucker is nowhere to be seen. Lucky bastard."
"How's she doing, Hank?" Xavier wheeled himself into the examination room in the midst of one of Rogue's rants, his heart breaking at the sight of one of his students lying on the hospital styled medical bed. The lights were on, but sadly no one was home.
Hank wiped the collecting sweat from his brow and shook his head at Xavier's inquisition. "No progress I'm afraid, but this Tyler fellow she's got in her head doesn't seem to be trying to fight for control. I'm not sure what he intends to do, though, but I'm fairly confident the other psyches she's got stored upstairs will stop her or him from doing something devastating.
"Tyler Durbin?" Dr. McCoy lifted his sights, slightly caught off guard to find Kitty standing in the doorway of the room.
"Yes, that's indeed what he's calling himself. How did you know?"
Kitty wrapped her arms around herself, as if a hug to herself would make her feel any better about the situation. It didn't. "Tyler Durbin is the man behind what the Chicago police called 'Project Mayhem'."
"Yes, I recall Rogue utterly about that, and about a club of some sort."
Kitty cut the doctor off, soberness looking almost threatening on the petite girl's face. "Fight Club. Think of it as Stage One and Project Mayhem as Stage Two. Tyler Durbin is a powerful and very dangerous man. He has influences in every major city, the kind you could only imagine Professor." She glanced briefly to Xavier at the utterance of that statement but then turned to Rogue's prone figure on the bed. "Thousands willing to do whatever they were told, without question, without any regard to their life or anyone else's."
She stopped a moment, as if to collect herself, before continuing, "he met a man, before Fight Club, named Bob."
Rogue broke forth, as if on cue, "his name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson."
"His name was Robert Paulson," Kitty agreed. "He was the first one to die in the name of Project Mayhem. He was the first causality in Tyler Durbin's stupid war against corporate America."
"Kitty, what happened to Tyler Durbin?" Hank asked gently, seeing the raw emotion in young woman as a red light signaling instability.
"What happened to him? What happened to him! He deserted them all! All his stupid little followers, he left them all, and not a one of them wondered if he'd come back. They were always so damn hopeful. It was an issue of when, not if, they'd see the famous son-of-a-bitch Tyler Durbin again. He kills the only uncle I had and then disappears before I can do something about it!" Kitty's eyes were aflame and she crossed the room, hands out in front of her, reaching for her muttering roommate.
"And now, he's does this to Rogue. I won't let him slip away again. This time he's going to get what he deserves."