I'll Be Gone – Linkin Park
Adrien was beyond pissed. Taking a deep breath he knew he needed to calm down. The last thing he needed was for his father to sense his emotional state and use that against him. To think the man kept him locked in isolation for his own safety when he is the one terrorizing the city.
He quickly walked into his closet and grabbed a duffle bag. Stuffing it with a few changes of clothes, the handful of Euros he had stashed away for the next Mecha Strike video game, and all the cheese in his mini fridge. Looking around he checked to make sure he didn't forget anything important.
Walking to his desk he set down his phone and grabbed a sheet of paper off the printer.
I'll be gone.
No signature. No long list of complaints.
Standing at the window he called his transformation and leapt out for the last time.
Adrien was dead.