Chapitre 17

Notes de l’auteur : Bonne continuation !
Ici, quelques "SMS", donc lisez plutôt sur des écrans larges.

    Je tournai une page du livre, vautrée dans ma chambre, avec la satisfaction d’avoir cette fois emmené un jogging pour être confortable.
    L'ouvrage n'était pas en cyrillique, comme je l'avais initialement craint, mais en français. C’était plein d’exemples d’usages de la télépathie, et d’explications sur ce qu’il était acceptable de faire, et dans quelles circonstances. Une sorte de mode d’emploi doublé d’un manuel d’étiquette télépathe.
    Une sonnerie d’interphone sonna.
    J’y vais.
    Ce devait être Ayatas.
    Les illustrations suivantes montraient un petit garçon qui voulait lui aussi du gâteau, et obligeait son ami à partager par la télépathie, mais l’ami en question refusait ensuite de jouer avec lui, et le garçon finissait par aller s’excuser.
    Victoire. Stay upstairs.
    I practically jumped up. What was going on ? Were they having unexpected visitors ? Crap, Had I been so « noisy » that a neighbor had actually come to complain ?
    I took my phone and sent a text to Aldan.

    What’s up ?

    I looked through the window but it was already pitch black. I couldn’t maintain myself in hearing mode for long stretches of time, so I tried going back and forth, which only got my proprioception completely confused.
    Why wasn’t he answering...
    I snuck in the corridor and sat on the first step of the stairs. I could hear some voices, but apart from the Russian accent I couldn’t figure out who was speaking.

    All fine ?

    Stay upstairs. I reached for Ergis.

    I felt my heart miss a beat. Ergis ? What for ? I went down the stairs, one step at the time, and stopped.
    That was Sam’s voice.
    Oh fuck how ? And Ayatas was old, Aldan was ill. And they couldn’t use telepathy against Sam.
    I ran back up, grabbed my gun, and hid around the stair corner, my heart beating so loudly in my ears I could almost not hear what was being said even if the voices had now started rising.
    I jumped when my phone buzzed silently against my leg and took it out of the pocket, my hands unsteady.

    En route
    Pas de connerie

    What should I do ? Aldan was trying to calm Sam down, and maybe his accent was actually helping, but Ergis wouldn’t arrive before half an hour at least.
    Sushi brushed against my feet and trotted down the stairs.
    Fuckfuckfuck…

    — C’est son chat ! Vic !
    — Monsieur, calmez-vous…
    — Me dis pas de me calmer mago ! Elle est où ? Vous l’avez kidnappée c’est ça ? VIC !

    I breathed to try and keep my head cool. I couldn’t see what was going on.

    — On a personne ici ! Que voulez-vous qu’on fasse d’une humaine !
    — VIC ! T’ES OU ? VIENS ME VOIR BEBE, JE SUIS VENU TE SAUVER !

    Oh crap. No you’re not. Calm yourself, Vic.

    — MONSIEUR ! J’ai été tolérant mais on n’a pas d’humaine ici ! Partez ou j’appelle la police !

    Yes fuck off. Please.

    — VICTOIRE ! BOUGE PAS JE VAIS TE TROUVER !
    — Sortez de chez moi !
    — ME TOUCHE PAS !

    Then I heard heavy rustling and a loud thud.
    Oh god.

    — Lâchez le !

    Whimper followed by a trash of metal and another loud thud.

    I clinched my hand tight against my gun, hid it behind my back, walked downstairs, and aimed.
    Victoire non !
    — Lâche Ayatas. Et casse-toi. Je ne reviendrai jamais avec toi. Je ne veux plus te  voir. Je te l’ai dit, les flics te l’ont dit. Je sais pas ce qu’il te faut de plus. Casse-toi.
    Do not pull that trigger.
    I wasn’t sure who was communicating with me. Ayatas was still pinned up against the wall, and Aldan was trying to get himself up from the floor. He’d hit something in his fall because he had blood on his face.
    Gun down.
    Sam slowly released Ayatas and lifted his palms up.
    — Pourquoi tu me fais ça …
    He took a step towards me that made a cold sweat run down my back.
    — BOUGE PAS !
    — J’ai toujours été cool. Même quand tu faisais tes crises de parano…
    — B- BOUGE PAS PUTAIN !
    — Même quand tu avais tes cauchemars…
    I wanted to stop hearing. Panic was slowly raising with each shaky breath I was taking.
    You cannot kill him. Please put the gun down.
    — Je t’ai même emmené des fleurs ! He said, pointing at something on the floor.
    He is dangerous.
    — JE VEUX PAS DE TOI ! FUCK !
    Presque arrivé.
    He will come back.

    — T’ES QU’UNE PUTAIN INGRATE ! MEME QUAND TU MENTAIS A MA MERE POUR PAS DIRE QUE TU VOULAIS PAS RETOURNER EN ANGLETERRE J’AI RIEN DIT !
    I beg you, put the gun down.
    To hurt you.

    The blast made my ears ring. Then my knees gave up and I found myself on the floor.

    — Ayatas ? Ça va ? I heard.
    — Rien de grave monsieur.
    — Tant mieux. Et l’humain, Ergis ?
    — Attaché à la cave. Heureusement il n’a pas grand chose. Je pense pas qu’elle ait vraiment voulu le tuer.
    Someone put a cup of tea on the low table in front of me.
    The thing was, I did.
    But I didn’t. And eventually I had shot him, and the why was starting to get lost with the last remnants of adrenalin.
    I shuddered and raised a shaky hand to grab my tea.
    — Victoire ? Asked Aldan, and I realized I was on the sofa as he pulled himself next to me. How are you ?
    I gathered my thoughts as I could.
    — I am f- fine. Just shocked. I’m s- sorry.
    I felt tears coming up and I didn’t even know why, so I kept my head low, and noticed I was smelling like puke.
    — He has nothing. The bullet did not touch him, it is stuck in the wall now. He just bumped his head on a door frame when falling.
    I shivered and sipped some tea. Yet I could have killed him. God part of me wanted to.
    — I don’t know what happened.
    — It does not matter for now. You are safe. The neighbors are rather far away, Ergis said they will not have heard.
    — How did he find me ? I said, trying to put my cup back down, but my hands were shaking heavily.
    Aldan gently took the cup from me and kept it.
    — On his phone there is a spying app… erm Victoire ?
    — You can call me Vic you know.
    — I think you should fly to the US too. I will have to release him, and he might run straight to a police office to blab about how he was shot by a human woman hiding in a telepath house. If you are in the US when he does, it buys us time.
    That’s when I lost my battle against my urge to cry my shock out.
    Aldan finished my tea, so he could stick the cup somewhere without spilling it, and patted my back and before I knew it I was sobbing against his shoulder.

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