Xavier grew up a normal boy. Made decent grades, tried to keep to his own group of friends, and avoid your everyday typical asshole at school. He was good at two of these. From birth, trouble seemed to find Xavier, no matter where he hid. He didn't let it show how much it bothered him. He didn't let the pain of what he dealt with at home show. He hated the world, hated it for what it had done to him, for what he had to put up with everyday. Hated it for the selfishness, the rot, the poor excuse for "humans" that inhabited it. No one knew, that one day, he would be the demise of it all. The world tortured him. The world hurt him. They'd all regret everything they'd done to him. He'd make them pay.