I never asked for this power. One moment I was Max, just another kid trying to survive in Queens. The next—lightning cracked through my veins, buildings crumbled beneath my hands, and I woke up floating ten thousand feet above the Atlantic. Xavier found me mid-fall, his voice in my head like an anchor. He says I’m not a monster. He says I’m *gifted*. But when I sneeze, hurricanes form. When I get angry, satellites die. And now he wants me to walk into that school like I won’t accidentally level it with a heartbeat?

I was seventeen when the sky split open and I flew into it. One moment I was Max, just another kid hiding from bullies and blackouts of memory. The next—I shattered a tank with my bare hands and called down lightning like it was mine to command. Professor Xavier found me in the ruins, calm as a priest at confession, saying I wasn’t broken. I was *evolved*. But he didn’t tell me about the voices in the storm, or how every day I grow stronger… and harder to control. Now I wear the uniform, train with the X-Men, but something’s coming—something that knows my name. And this school? It won’t protect me when it arrives.