Professor said in his high-pitched voice and shot her ruthlessly. Blood spatter dripped down the wall. Falling, she pushed the lamp from the table, which was now beside her, illuminating gory face with empty eyes. The whole scene was like the canvas of Caravaggio. Professor stepped back further and was taken by the shadows. He merged with the gloom of the old house. And the lamp remained illuminating…
Did you know that despair breeds violence? Professor, this mastermind, knew that from his own experience. The man of excellent education, talented pianist and perfect scientist steeped with charisma. But it was him now.
Previously, he was an orphan, who rarely spoke and scared his potential adoptive parents away. Under an everyday imprisonment, he was forced to survive first of all as a gifted boy, true genies, which are frequently unappreciated in their lives. His unmarried mother died immediately after giving birth to him. It was the main object of public ridicule. Because of this, rudderless boy used to withdraw into the woods or to stay up late in the library. As a lover of the darkness, at nighttime he loved walking down the streets of the city, never talking or singing, just thinking. He cared little (or pretended masterly) about the view of other.
Professor`s mind was equal to the ten greatest minds of past centuries. Dark rumors were his permanent companions. Obviously, his busy, forceful mind was the reason. He used to bully his students and strongly disliked dreamers with their uncontrolled emotions and passions. “Oh, the lucky ones! The hell must seem like heaven if you survive my course of lectures” – this were his first words to the newcomers. It seemed that his eyes could look right through a man`s body into the soul. He never was, to all appearance, at a loss for words. Professor regarded intelligence for granted and emphasized his superiority in any circumstances. Nonetheless nobody knew he was able to kill, using extremely personal methods.
Professor was totally absorbed by his dream, with was like a red rag to a bull. He never forgot about it, including when he shot.
“You are in no way ready to be a member of this honorable order” – these words like thunder stunned him. It was about an ancient secret order of intellectuals with super powers, who made the fates of people and solved conflicts in the world. I cannot say more, especially since one cannot try to enter the Club. In the end, its members will find you if you needed… The professor was only on the stage of the candidate, but already showed his cool temperament.
“If you deal with me, you deal with the most gifted of those you knew, you know and will know. I do not see the logic in simply not recognizing my superiority.”
“Well said, professor, but nothing had changed since our first decision had been taken. My apologize”. The Secretary stabled on with a soft laugh.
Professor made to leave, but was called back. “Good luck” – such addition ticked him off.
The members of the Club were unswerving. No matter how hard he tried to become the member, he was rejected. It was a low blow…
Since Professor was a man of action, so he put the revenge above morality. He knew some of the Club`s members, and tried to exterminate them like rats.
“Such a genius must only do goodness! Spare me, please!” – One of his victims once said.
“No matter how trite it may sound, dear, nobody has ever spared me.” – The answer was, followed by the shot.
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