The Unspoken Truth

The birth of a madman

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Hojo's mind kept fuming like an engine. All the formulas and evaluations exploded in his brain. They called him a genius. A fucking insane genius.

"You snob!" the older boy thwarted him in the guts. His two skinny arms were forcefully folded behind him by the boy's friend, blood drained out of his wretched nose, one eye bruised and the other barely squinting through his weak vision. On the floor lay crushed were his spectacles. The broken glass pieces had dangerously jilted everywhere like a scattering of tiny blades.

"Teach this brat a lesson that he'll never get at school. How you like it now you fucking midget of a professor?"

There was nothing too difficult for Hojo's brain to comprehend. Even at the sprout age of ten, he could recite an entire book on gravity and each individual reactions of electronic particles if he had to. Rather than socialising and sporting, he preferred staying home and allow himself be surrounded by thick books concerning the latest research on genetics mutation. If he was really bored, he would play with his pet rat which he takes with him everywhere he goes. That was how he enjoyed life.

His parents were more worried about his results and not his deteriorating physique. They were never much of readers themselves, but they do care enough about a good and respectful reputation. Their son was going to become a doctor. That was what they all believed and tried to share this belief with Hojo. If they ever find him troublesome, his father would just pick on his skinny limbs, pull him by the ear and down then comes the slashing of the belt.

"You little creep."

His father often told him that when he was drunk.

Now those words flowed through the mouths of the two bigger boys. Their jeering and their mockery did not hurt him. Hojo learned that he was immune to both stones and words. These creatures were just trying to assault him because of his ultimate intelligence. The only problem existing for him was that the current world was a world where the rule survival of the fittest applied. Someday, he swore under his breath, he would change it all.

"Hey what you have here?" The older boy appeared to have gotten tired from endlessly beating an already deformed being who couldn't even land a single fist and started flipping through Hojo's school bag. As he dug deeper he suddenly jerked back, scraping his knees against the concrete floor.

"I got bitten!" He screamed. Immediately he got over the shock and shook Hojo's bag hard enough for all his papers and book collections to pool out. "Look what this creep's got in his bag. No shit, this freak's got no life."

Then just as he was about to stomp on the fallen goods, a furry little ball bounced out, a long naked tail unraveling itself as it landed on the mess.

"Rat!"

"Woah man, didn't think the creep would bring this thing to school too?"

"It bit me damit." The first boy groaned. "I'm gonna tear this bastard up real good."

Before he knew it, or even heard himself crying out, Hojo's tongue beat his brain at flexing. "STOP!" The world froze for a short moment; both boys looked at him with a curious and shocking expression. He has never fought back before. He accepted his frequent beatings as if obeying the law of nature. Not even once did he tried to change his position as the weedy little plankton at the bottom of the food chain. The two boys looked at each other perplexed by Hojo's sudden outburst. Could this hint the beginning stage of the nerdy kid's evolution?

Hojo didn't even know what the hell he was rumbling about but he knew his brain was of no use at situations like this. He was smart enough to have realized that rekindling formulas was the only way he could ignore the pain. It was one clever method of tricking his brain from sensing the incoming blows. Yet for the first time Hojo tried to resist the conflict of his own mind. "Please let him go…" He begged. The words slipped through his lips easier than he thought. A thrust of new emotions stirred within him, he actually wished he had tougher arms and board shoulders. Without them, he couldn't break free from the other boy's grasp.

"The creep's got guts…" Yet his fingers were already wrapped around the rat's neck. The older boy before him looked at his partner with a revived smirk. "I guess we didn't teach him hard enough."

Every part of him ached. His legs screamed in silence as he wearily dragged them towards his bag. The soles of his feet kept on slipping from the millions of scattered shards but he still managed to stay upright.

Before him it appeared as if a blood storm had swept through. He bent down and forced his gaze onto the lifeless wreckage in a dark pool of red. A strange mix of emotions washed over him. His Lacrimal gland just refused to end the leaking, no matter how hard his brain tried to control it.

They called that tears; something he thought he'd never do unless a grain of sand flies into his eye and the chance of that happening was less than one percent.

The outflow burned on his cheeks like the acid rain. He collected the marred body of his rat, feeling the soft creature against his fingers.

What a strange thing indeed. Hojo remarked to himself, 'Life is nothing but an ideology which would eventually rust into a quintessence of dust.' The rat's gone and he can never bring him back.

Suddenly he remembered what he read about genetic mutation and how people always tested their theories on rats. There was so much he has yet to understand about the world of science. His heart pounded at the thought. It was something he never attempted. It was something new. He felt excitement knocking at his door of knowledge. It was his opportunity to conquer it all, a weakling like him with no other use but his brains was about to evolve into something more dark and emotionless. Only his brain knew exactly what Hojo needed to survive.

It was time to experiment dissecting.