Robin's Drive

After telling Amelia of Hansel's passing, Robin went to his mid sized apartment in the lower part of the city to confide in his only friend, darkness. He sat at his kitchen table and drank away the pain and the sadness. As he slowly destroyed himself, the demons slowly began to get quieter , but the memories only got louder. No matter how hard he tried they would always be with him. After contracting a considerable alcohol fueled buzz, he got into his car and began driving. He pulled out of the garage and merged onto the desolate freeway and reached 70 MPH. 80 MPH. 90 MPH. 145 MPH. He never slowed down, only ever accelerating, weaving between the scarce cars. He wasn't afraid to die. To join his fallen brothers in arms and his love in the afterlife. He kept going and going, faster and faster. He could only feel tear drops and acceleration, no longer feeling the effects of the poison in his blood. All other sounds other than his heartbeat ceased to exist and he only saw the reflection of yellow lines in front of him. Harold Robinson had reached a sort of extreme and intense nirvana that he never wanted to leave. Something, somewhere inside of him, finally clicked and he knew that if he died trying to sooth his self loathing and hatred, he would never be able to avenge anyone or his city. He stopped the car and turned around and drove home faster than he had driven out to his nothing.