Paint It Black:

Warren Peace plopped down with his book-bag at an empty table in the noisy cafeteria of Sky High, the prestigious high school for super-powered youth. He looked up at the table next to his and saw his sworn enemy; Will Stronghold, the son of Commander and Jetstream. Commander. Warren's eyes burned with the fury of a thousand white-hot suns as he thought of Commander Stronghold. The man who had imprisoned his father. Four life-terms his father would be in that cold, dank prison cell. Never to see a window for parole. Warren's ears steamed in anger, the smoky fumes rising. But that was not the worst of what had happened because of Commander Stronghold and his beautiful Jetstream. No. Warren's mother, the beautiful Empath named Nina Peace, died of a prolonged depression after the imprisonment of her husband. She slowly deteriorated, leaving behind a three-year-old toddler to be taken care of by a foster family originally from China.

He drummed his leather-covered hand on his knee as his dark eyes scanned the page he read over and over again. It was Ernest Hemingway's For Whom The Bell Tolls and he was in the middle of a well-written battle scene. The beat his fist pounded onto his knee, though, was not the song of the same name. Rather, it was the song "Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones. His favorite song. He closed his dark, almost coal-colored, eyes and pictured the battle scene from Hemingway's war novel. But he saw only black. Mick Jagger's haunting vocals lingered in his mind. The British singer's eerie voice sang over and over, driving him to the brink of insanity before letting him fall into a black oblivion.

When he came back to reality, he noticed eyes all over the cafeteria were on him, watching him intently. He looked around and saw that in his dark, somewhat evil, thoughts he had set his book aflame. The charred remains of the novel lay in his hands as ash. He sighed, blowing away the particles of literature. He stood up, slinging his leather book-bag over his black leather-covered shoulder and walked out of the cafeteria.

He bumped into Will Stronghold, who apologized several times. He only sneered, baring white teeth at the Stronghold boy in hopes of scaring him off. He really did not need to be bothered right now. Right now he needed to find another copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls. This day just was not going to be a very good one, this he knew was true. Today was not his day. He just wanted to be painted black. Paint it all black.