AN: This is marked as 'complete' simply because all of these stories can be read on their own. The opener. 'Drive' is inspired by and set to the Incubus song of the same name. Thought it was fitting. This will be updated at random because life is about to get hectic.
-Scary
He's never been this far away from home. That's the only reason he picked Gotham-it's on the other side of the country. The more space between him and that bitch, dead or not, the better.
Trees and dirt fly past the window. Sometimes branches scrape the car as if to hold him back. He presses the gas pedal down a little further. The speedometer's broken. He doesn't care. Anything to get the hell out of Georgia. He won't be back, not if someone throws a rope around his neck and drags him.
Crows sit on a rotting scarecrow, glaring at him. He flips them off and adjusts his grip on the wheel. Little fuckers. They can't touch him now. He almost hopes they dive-bomb the car, just so he can watch them splatter against the windows. They don't give him the satisfaction.
College. He'd never really entertained the idea. Granny would never have let him leave. She'd have killed him first. Who's laughing now?
It's raining. When did it start to rain? Should he care? The windshield wipers work.
Good-bye, Georgia. Good-bye, Bo Griggs and Mark Sanchez and Mr. Hollister. And good-bye, Granny. Especially Granny. Despite her best efforts, he's free. And he's not going back.
A sign pops up: You are now leaving Georgia! Come back soon!
No.
He leans back in the seat and watches the trees fly by.
Good-bye, Georgia.