The Professor And The Madman Novels & Stories

in this same room. "You can't do this!" Kinski's fist slammed furiously on the table. "How dare you conspire against me!" "Professor, please calm down," Dunreft called out from the opposite end of the oval conference table. "Don't take this irrationally," "And now I'm the one who's irrational! Me? Irrational?!" the professor lashed out. He was visibly livid; veins were pushing out of his pale forehead. The board members sat flinching around him. They are use to angry fits by the mad scientist but never 'really' use to it.

I kept him pinned there, my grip strong, my expression cold and distant as if I were dealing with an insect. Around us, professors jumped to their feet, stumbling backward in shock. “Mr. Roman!” someone shouted, voice trembling. “Oh my God, what is he doing?!” “Security! Call security!” No one dared move closer. They all instinctively knew, if they drew my attention, they would pay the price. “Help! Someone help me!” the professor sobbed, voice breaking. “This man is insane, call security! Please!”

One of the other professors, the balding one, tries to move toward the door. Dante's free hand shoots out. He grabs the man by his collar and throws him against the opposite wall. The impact is sickening. The professor crumples to the floor and doesn't move. Unconscious. Or worse. The third professor holds up his hands. "Listen, we don't want any trouble..." Dante slams him into the wall next to Harrison without even looking at him. That professor slides down and stays down too. Now it's just Dante and Harrison. Dante walked to professor Harrison, and lifted him up the floor

One of these incidents took place when Viktor and Herwin were leaving one of their shared classes. Herwin was bringing Viktor up to date on the latest wild rumors about the 'Tomb Raider' when a deranged white-haired man, skinny as a skeleton and gaunt as a plague victim, rushed out of a door a few steps away. steps ahead of the two young men. He looked up and down the corridor, his soot-stained face transformed into a mask of fury. Viktor immediately recognized the elderly professor. "May the gods curse him!" exclaimed the old man, whose outburst of anger caused him to cough a phlegmy cough. "Where is that insolent motherfucking son of a rotting sewer rat whore?"

My chest tightens. This man is insane. He’s fucking insane. And I should walk away. I should absolutely walk away. But instead I don’t know where the urge to challenge him comes from as I chin up defiantly holding his gaze as I say it. “Nothing is going on here Professor Kazimirov,” I say, my voice sharp, steady, and more biting than I expected. “I don’t know what seems to give you that impression, but if you do feel that way… then I think my girlfriend was right all along. You’re a disturbed man who might need to seek professional help.”I say dryly my words hanging in the air like a lightning strike

Another wave of mocking laughter echoed off the walls. "I bet you don't know how to respect a professor," Madison retorted, loud enough for the woman in front to hear. Just like that, the room fell silent. When Madison glanced at the person next to her, she found Zia's curved eyelashes clapping. Madison thought it was silly, so she ignored it and focused on the whiteboard. The professor looked at her and greeted her back with a smile. The kind gesture and a newfound friend excited Madison to learn something new today.

From nowhere, a massive golden maned lion leapt through the air and landed four square over the Professor's body, its great head thrown back in another roar, ‘Musafa! No! Back down, NOW!’ Killian’s voice rang out in a command, and the lion stepped back, snarling, ‘Tie them all up. If any resist, kill them’ He continued leaving the lion and the bear to watch the Professor, it took an hour and more than one of the Assistants tried the Professor's trick and was torn to pieces.

“Quit while I still have a shred of sympathy.” I growl before closing my eyes, picturing myself with my hands on his throat and his back against the wall. This almost lessens the pain that makes my breath labored. The nurses walk back in. "Professor, is the medication not working?" Jake asks. Professor Malino enters almost immediately. “Professor Malino,” the nurses say in unison. “Please call doctor Govender. Meanwhile, I will attend to him.” Liam grunts, “Professor Murderer.” “Now, you are overdoing it.” Professor Malino takes a glance at Liam.

I grabbed the cup from her and downed half her drink in one swallow, grimacing at the burn, then glanced past her shoulder. That’s when I saw someone. One I believe I shouldn't have. I don't know how fast the effects of whatever I just drank were, but it made me think things out of proportion. Things like a man carved from sin and blood secrets, standing a little apart from the crowd. Power radiated off him in a way that made people glance, then glance again. Every med student here knew him. Maddie followed my stare, then gasped. “Isn’t that Professor Reed? What the hell is he doing here?”

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.