Amour éternel - Undying Love

Bon... Chung et Madailéin seront de retour, mais dans un nouveau récit... disons-le... assez différent... Mais ils seront toujours ensemble, ne vous en faites pas! J'ai déjà écrit 3 chapitres... Merci à vous tous, je serai bientôt de retour... :)


Well ... Chung and Madailéin will be back, but in a new story ...But they are still together, do not worry! I have already written three chapters... Thank you all, I'll be back soon ... :)


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Concupiscence IV (end)

Concupiscence

IV

He jumped when he heard a voice behind him.

- Hello! It's been a while since I have not come here. This is a draft of a new genus. The lead character is called Chung, it's a man... a true!

She takes his forefinger, she writhes it, in her mouth, rubbing his tongue over his skin, while his member is recovering again. She laughs, by rubbing it gently with her teeth. Her eyes devour him with a murderous fire. He can no longer resist, and he throws her. His lips touch hers. He can not stop. Is she real or is only a figment of his imagination. Impatient, she drew him with violence against her, and kissed him passionately.

He was very surprise, but he returned her kiss lovingly. She began to moan with pleasure when she felt his hands caressing her back. Breathless, he got rid of her embrace, then he hastened to remove the tissue, which was her only clothes. He laid her on the floor of his classroom.

He penetrated her with a violent thrust and exhaled a complaint, when she closed around him like a second skin. He plunged and plunged into her with all the ardor of desire too long retained. He was too late to withdraw. She shouted his name. He collapsed on her with a grunt satisfied. Unable to stop the bliss he had just been to known, he remained in her. 

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His eyes opened suddenly and in the room, there was a dead silence. He woke up.

His girlfriend is gone. She was standing near the window.

- Darling? he said.

- You do not sleep? You don't dream to her now? she said without turning around.

- Who? What are you talking about?

- It's 'cause of her, if you make this head? she said, without send him a look.

- I not not know what you mean, he said.

- You've never been so excited with me, who is she?

- This is just a dream, I'm sorry, I don't control my dreams.

- You can't control your ejaculation, too. she said angrily.

He lifted the sheets and saw the result of his dream.

She put her bony finger on the window.

- Come against me! he said.

- No, you disgust me ... she said without turning around.

- Honey, come on, I tell you. This is not like I had been unfaithful, it's only a dream, he said.

She do not move. He sees her bones, waltz behind her back. And he hears her voice trembling say some words. She turned slowly, he saw nothing human in her face. he fixed the maggots, squirming, eating the rest of her eye. Her lips are only two nets moldy, of her nose pulls out a deformed spider. He can see her teeth, which were once perfect overlap, one of them falls down and breaks. She advanced toward him.

- Darling, I don't want you to leave me, she said.

- Leave you for a woman who is not real? You're funny, he said.

- Yet she rang the bell that alerted you left. I've heard it.

- What is are you talking about? You should stop reading the novels of this pretentious.

- Do not talk like that about my friend. she cried.

- Do not be angry, Zi! I was kidding.

- I'm not angry, but a teacher also appreciated than you, who has a point so pitiful, give me nauseous. she said. What's you got? Looks like this is longer you, thy dreams begin to bother you, I think.

- Stop making me shit with my dreams, I can not help it. And I begin to love the woman in my dreams, she don't yell on me and she gives me what I want. Not like you, that refuse me, every night. he said coldly.

She jumped on the bed, she leans forward to bite him, pinning her hands above his head. She tilts her teeth, and a worm falls into his mouth. Her index, a bone protruding, sinking into his mouth. She takes it and eats it. She smiled. This demonic smile that freezes his blood. Her tongue crumbles when she speaks and smothers him.

Her legs who was so firm and sensitive, tight around his pelvis sink into his flesh like a razor blade. The bones of her buttocks, who was so sweet and nice, crashing into his thighs.

She begin to stir slowly. Her breasts, who was round and exquisite, who hopped rhythmically, have disappeared. He sees than broken ribs.

He wanted to scream.

His flaccid sex, and shrinks do not decide to boost despite the shots that she gives. One minute of distraction and now he feels her teeth on his lips and she trying to snatch.

His throat produces no sound, except a confused sound that corresponds to her name, the name of the woman who shudder him in his dreams.

He looks at the empty open under his feet in a cloud of sparks.

This is then that SHE appeared, and without warning, she ran on Zi, grabs him by the neck and lifts her, a few centimeters, she no longer touches the ground with her feet and she sent her to waltz through the wall.

He remained silent, bowed his head, and then he smiled. He raised his head and looked at the woman. Her eyes sparkled. She held out her hand, he got up from bed.

He grabbed the woman's hand, she smiled back and they vanished.

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Concupiscence III

Concupiscence

III

Zi breathes normally near him. She is turned to the right, gently molded under the cloth. He looks at her, his heart beating. He can not believe what he saw. He will to refresh on face in the bathroom. He lies down again, in her back. The images are embedded in him, ineradicable. He closes his eyes. He feels that she turned around and put a hand on his hip. He verifies that her hand is normal. And he falls asleep, foggy.

****

The day starts well. Zi is a party before him and she left a note on the table "Honey, did you sleep well?  Your lunch is ready! Don't put too much butter on your toast! I love you, And be nice with your students!"

He goes to the bathroom, he gets dressed, he puts his new leather shoes, and he goes in the direction of University.

Ordinarily, he does not take the car he is fifteen minutes walk from the University. Then he runs to arrive at the Amphitheatre, before his students.

Today the course was a transition from the previous chapter, and one that would be studied in the next two sessions. This was just an introduction, with definitions, he would rely on several texts they were supposed to have read. He spoke of lust.

- Hello, today we will work the introduction of the chapter that will occupy us for the next two sessions. Follow it, everything we say here will serve you for the review, including the texts cited, which you will emerge as such to partials.

He presented his first slide, and he started the course.

The time to raise his head a second, he saw a crystalline form, half-naked in the middle of the fairway. A great white veil covers her arms partially. Her breasts are nudes, cleverly hidden by her hands together in cross around her neck. A strip of tissue running along her back, bent to the extreme with exquisite buttocks. Her legs are wrapped in a transparent cloth, leaving admire the top of her thighs. Her shoulders are discovered, only her hair fall on her skin.

She turns toward him, his eyes made him shiver and began to bother him. Her body began to stimulate him, she climbs the stairs nicely. He is there in front of his students, his lips parted, the breath away, his pants became tight despite himself, he began to sweat. And she disappears into a crystalline laughter.

- Sir! Oh! Sir? Are you alright?

- Uh! Yes! Excuse me, excuse me. he replied, shyly.

The course resumes. At the break, he goes out for coffee. He don't sees any colleague. Yet he feels a hand under his shirt. He turns, he hears only the sounds of a crumpled tissue. His intimate parts react again, and he asked all the angels of heaven to calm him down.

At the end of the course, a girl came and asked him to give her references from a book. He leans over to grab his briefcase when he sees a word stuck on the edge of the desk.

"Want to see me, again?"

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Concupiscence II

Concupiscence

II

- What's matter with you? You are intolerable!

- Nothing!

- Why you have this head?

- Nothing!

- So you sulk for anything? That would surprise me.

- So, be surprise!

- How you can be stupid, sometimes! she left the kitchen.

- That's right, yes, an idiot, to endure a nut like you! he murmured

- What is did you say?

- Nothing, nothing.

- You got only this word in your mouth, thou! ... I regret not having listened to my mother. She was right. she muttered softly.

- My father was right, the weirdos, this is mother to daughter. he murmured.

- What is did you say? she cried. No, do not answer, I know ... NOTHING.

"She does not see that she disturbs me? She disturbs me at work and at night. And Ihave no right to think even two seconds? No, She absolutely must, stick me in the ass, that she comes care what I think. he said to himself.

He heard her open the glass door and close it. She lay on the deck chair, a book in hand, (a fantastic novel, written by her childhood friend. A writer superficial. I hope one of her characters will be able to kill her, one day) her glasses on his nose.

The sun sets on her feet and warms her skin. Although in April, it is relatively good. She put her headphones.

"Good! At least she will not bother me. he said to himself.

He returned to the kitchen and dove into a book "interesting and instructive".

He points his nose only eighteen hours. He's time to eat, she should have been pointing the tip of her nose and say "darling, time to eat!" But no nothing.

He gets up, she is no longer on the deck. Only the book of the minx. The picture behind the book, looks at him. He takes it in his hands and brings it inside.

- My heart? Are you there?

No answer. He looks at the keyring. The car keys are, the secretariat of the university also that of his girlfriend. Where is she?

- I'm sorry for just now, he said. I'm stupid, you're right ... I'm sorry, it's not going too much this time. You know ... work and all. Then I sleep badly. Sweetie, I'm sorry I did not want to draw with you. Sorry for my attitude ... Comes, we'll cook dinner together!

She did not answer. He began to worry. She is in the bathtub and she ignores him, or she went out and he heard nothing.

He enters the bathroom, opens the curtain. The bathtub is full of water and bath mousse. His wife tempering in, more beautiful than ever.

She said without opening her eyes.

- Close the curtain, I'm cold. If you want to cook. I'll finish my bath and maybe I'll eat with you.

- Zi.

- Yes, I heard you're sorry. Bla Bla Bla.

- Zi.

- Yes?

- I love you.

- Yes, you love me, but at the same time you angry with me unless I know nothing.

- I'm sorry.

- What is matter with you at this time?

- I not know.

- You not know? Well duh, closes the curtain, and go reflect, you pissing me off!

He closed the curtain. He returned to the kitchen, he has open the gas and began to prepare the meal.

"What good is a woman, if I have to do everything in this house. Liberation of Women, yeah! Freedom to become pests and defend their womanhood." he said to himself.

  Twenty minutes later, everything is ready. He calls her, she does not come. He served his girlfriend. He sits down. He waits. He waits. He waits. He waits.

She will not come ... She will not come ... She will not come ...

He gets up and going to looking for her. He pulls the curtain of the bathroom.

- Zi! I'm tired, that's enough of your childish whim ... Zi!

It is no longer in the foam, that she soaks, but in a puddle of blood. Her head hangs in on red liquid. She had stopped breathing.

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Concupiscence I

Concupiscence

I

She is lying, naked, arms glued to his his legs. She barely breathing. I look at her from head to toe. Her eyes open a moment, her throat emits a hoarse sound incomprehensible. A strange beast, bent resembling an octopus falls on her head, it sinks its tentacles into her ports. Her eyes popped out of their sockets, his ears explode. Her nostrils clogged, stifled her. In her mouth, pours a poison ink. Her hands and her legs are struggling. And he looks at the scene without moving, petrified.

Without being able to control the situation, he finds himself in an unknown location. Can not find a marker that could help him know where he stood. He enters a strange bar in Chinatown, at least, it seemed the "Chinatown". He sees her, installed at the counter. She turns to him. Her hair whipping her elbows. He approaches. He sees her head, completely bald, her eyes are just two black holes, empty of expression. Her mouth, a sucker, sucks in a pipe made of flesh and blood, which starts of her navel. Her arms are only two bones febrile after which, are extended with two perfect hands, fingers long and manicured. Her alliance is shining brightly.

The curve of her back is strange. She not wearing anything, except a pair of socks with holes. Her body and her beauty are exposed to everybody. She is wearing new shoes, Gucci, with a five-inch heel that refine her foot and swells, her leg. Her left leg is bent and placed on top of the bar. An old drunken man put his hand on what's left of her belly. Then she gets up and walks towards him, pushing the alcoholic. He steps back, panicked. Her flesh stretches like a serpent's tongue, and gums greenish. She mumbles his name. She laughs. A smile that paralyzes him.

- We meet, darling! she said.

He rubs his eyes mechanically. She is still there. She pushes him on a chair behind him, and sits on him. Her hands are riding on her neck. He feels her nails tearing his skin. He sees her covered with blood. She places the tip of her pipe on his main vein and the other in his mouth and pours upon him by her navel, filthy pests, she had eaten. Then a fluid began to wet his pants and running down his legs. He believed it was him, but it was her. He yells. He screams his name. He yells.

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This chapter is short, but it's a start :-DDD -  Happy reading ... xxx

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Sleep is good ... this is what happens during it.

Pensum

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I am doing for some years, a art that I admire greatly. I make visit places imaginary, to my readers. Showing them the beauty of words, the wonderful stories. This story, I hope, you will like, will help you to calm your thirst for adventures ... This story is a dream that I did, some time ago.

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A guide was chosen to make visit various places in a city. This year it was American tourists, and as it would be long, and rocky, she decided to make it on horseback. They were delighted, although most, has never ridden a horse. They left the bungalow and began the adventure by a pine forest. On a whim, she took a path that never before, she had borrowed.

They end up in a meadow, like all others he visited each year. She makes them continue the visit. But she saw that they are descended, and arrive in a valley. A valley with tall grass, bent by the wind, and invades large rocks, and as the only decor of this valley unexplored.

That's where she is now, in this beautiful valley, hidden to human eyes. She continues through the bush without really knowing where they go. She distinguishes a path that seemed even more fun. "Finally! A little change can't hurt anyone, " she told himself. She enters this pathway, followed by her small group who seems to be playful by the diverse paths she have choose.

After a time, she noticed that the more they advance, the more air seemed heavy. And to see the faces, she is not alone in feeling this discomfort. She will stop abruptly and fixed squarely the ground. All asked him, she stops suddenly. They don't perceive what she sees stretched out before them, and this surprises her. Just steps away, is lying the carcass of what appears to be a moose. "Don't they see this carcass half open, which drains large maggots and viscous, dark suspicious?" she told herself. Without mentioning the putrid and nauseating aroma that emanates from it.

While she is unable to detach her eyes from the corpse, a frightened horse rushes forward with its rider. She watches it disappear, while those behind disappears in a hurry to so much horror, leaving her alone. She also tries to go back as soon as possible, but her horse, motionless, refuses to obey. She can no longer control it, she comes down without delay. Whinnying to snatch its chest, drooling and foaming blood from a bestial rage, it fell in a sea of blood.

She is scared and not knowing what to do, she starts to run. She runs until the moment when she heard clearly far away, tears. Tears like those of a child. She came close, and she sees the twins. She crossed the few steps separating them, they should not have more than seven years old, and discern their faces slightly mutilated. She has the impression to see herself, when she was a child, with drawn faces and a look as dark as night. They fled into the path.

She hurts her lungs to join them, she can not leave them alone in the forest. She runs very fast and she arrives to pain and misery at follow them. More she runs, and she sees a strange mass in front of her. A giant block that stands out against a backdrop of sun, and to finally look like what should be a tower. She sees the twins enter the tower, and she rushes in at her turn. Having not taken three steps, she falls, and then she slips into what appeared to be a trap. She continues at slide without stopping in a dark, while hearing the tears of the twins, who were becoming increasingly powerful.

She regains consciousness in a small cell. Slightly thinned, enough to distinguish a spectrum who move toward her. She is paralyzed at the sight of this spectrum which darkens on her. The twins at his side, they look at her with an accusing finger, their black eyes and plunged their tears in hers, mouth gaping, from which escaped false tears, remains wide open, leaving escape a scream imperceptible, and endless, pure insanity. The shadows have sunk, when, where the twins went out of their mouths, a little horse rotten... and she woke up ... 

Don't ask me why I'm an insomniac, The reason is very easy. Most often, there are snakes, I'm pursued in a maze and when I reached the end, I see a woman with black hairs, that hanged herself or I walk in a street full of symbols, as a sidewalk. Anyway ... Chuichi is one of my dreams, but he was always nice ... except when he shuts me in this room full of snakes.


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Chich!!

Merci Michel! Pfffff

Undying love - 3rd life ... fifth part (end)

* UNDYING LOVE *

3rd life... fifth part

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Chuichi looked at her very lovingly. He seized her hand that was on the table for interlacing in his own, as for stay in constant contact with her. He looked at her in smiling. His smile paralyzed her, every time, and she wandered in his eyes.

- Mairena? You okay?

- Uh ... Yes. You don't realize, how your smile is enchanting. she said.

- He is only for you. he replied. I'm really happy that all this is now over. Grant me this dance, pretty lady? he asked, holding out his hand.

- Yes, she replied.

Chuichi led her on the dance floor. He placed his hands on her hips and moved closer to her body, she slipped her arms around his neck. They allowed themselves to be lulled by the rhythm of music. She placed her head against his shoulder, and she let herself go to wellbeing. He lifted a hand to her hips and put it in her hair. He brushed a lock of hair.

- Ah! I have so much to say. We've waited so long to get married. I so much dreamed, I continued my quest during many years. I've been looking more, and less I found you. I was almost afraid, that you are not reincarnated. I had renounced, my heart was asleep, lived without emotion, and that's when you fell from the sky. If you knew what you mean to me, what I want to be to you, my life is you. I need you, your warmth, your heart beats, your breath, your touch, your tenderness. You are beautiful my love, everything attracts me to you, your beauty, your femininity, your charm, your attentions are soft magnets that I have never resisted, and I do not resist still. It's you that I expected, I was hoping it was you, now I only have only one fear, the fear of to lose you again. But the time it allowed we will be together in this world, nothing and no one can separate us, I'll do my promise. My heart was dead, and you have revived it. He shouts for you I love you to eternity. Tonight I will prove to you how much I love you, how you're my life.

He caressed her tenderly, and he covered her, with kisses on her face. She could not say anything, he had so touched her. After these words, How to believe he did not love her. Strangely, she felt the same thing for him. She wanted to tell him, but he slid his index finger on her lips.

- Say nothing, my love.

She pressed her lips to his. He responded to her kiss and made more squeezing, more hungry.

- Did I say how you were beautiful tonight? he asked.

- Yes, several times, she said.

He led her to their table when the music was finished. He made her sit down and gave her a box.

- I wanted to offer it for a long time, but I think tonight is the right time.

She opened the box. It was a crystal heart. She was satisfied to caress it,  when that it was still inside the box.

- Do you like it? he asked.
- Wonderful ... Chu ... Chuichi. she said.
- It your own property in another era, he said.

After have paid the bill, he seized her by the hand and they left the restaurant.

- You would like to immortalizes our love, my darling? he asked, pressing her hand.
- Immortalize our love, but, what do you mean? she asked, surprised.
- We have an appointment with a artist painter who will do our portrait. You like the idea? he asks.
- It's a wonderful idea, my love, she said.
- I chosen a dress for the occasion, I hope it will please you. he said.
- I'm sure! she said hastily.

They went to the artist painter. When she saw him from the back, she recognized him, her heart stopped beating. She should be very pale.

- Mairenn, let me introduce Satomi, he will immortalize us.
- Very happy to meet you, he said. His face turned pale, as if his heart had stopped beating.
- You should go to don your Dress, please darling. he said, kissing her hand.

She put on the dress and she went back to see Chuichi.

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Three days later, the painting was completed.

Mairenn was really happy. She congratulated him endlessly.

- I have a few small adjustments to be made, but it is almost finalized.

Satomi withdrew to a small room that was in the back of his shop and returned with two glasses, handed it nicely to Chuichi and Mairena.

- You don't take anything? asked Chuichi.

- No, never when I work, he said coldly.

- Thank Satomi, Mairenn said with a smile.

Few moments later, Mairena felt weak.

- Chuichi, I have a strange sensation! said Mairenn.

Chuichi had just time to take her in his arms before she fell. He pressed it against him. His head was spinning too.

- Satomi? What is you did? said Chuichi.

Satomi turned toward them with a strange smile.

- Don't worry, this will not last long. said Satomi. You will feel your heartbeat to accelerate, your blood will flow faster. You are dying.

- Why?

- Chuichi, I'm cold! she said.

He would like to walk up to him for make him pay his actions, but he was unable to move, paralyzed.

Mairenn felt nothing. They looked at each with a huge void in the eyes. That was the end. They stayed standing without falling, as if they were transformed into statues. They had loved one last time in this room.

Satomi looked at them, panicked. He walked towards them, but when that he approached a little too close, he had an intense nausea. He stepped back.

Satomi looked at the painting, as if he really saw the couple he had painted. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to ignore the incessant humming in his ears. He rushed toward the painting, picked up the wall.

At the same time, Satomi felt something push him violently in the back. He fell to the ground, and he felt all the air in his lungs, to be expelled. He was already dizzy and could not see very well, but just enough for distinguish the painting close to him. 

He looked up and saw a bright light, and saw two people familiar. Chuichi and Mairenn. The light blinded him intensely.

- Leave me alone! shouted Satomi. You have get what you deserve! he shouted again.

Following these words spoken, the windows were shattered. He uttered a scream of horror. Without understand, he saw the fog of death obscure his eyes. He died as he lived.

A terrible fire broke out. The firemen arrived on the scene too late, everything had been destroyed by flames, everything except the painting, which seemed strangely intact. They froze when they saw the couple standing motionless. A fireman came gently, and put his hand on her shoulder. The couple fell in creating a cloud of dust.

A few days later, the painting was given to the museum. Without to mention the couple who was found in the ruins. They said that nobody would have believed this story.

One night the couple reappeared a moment for contemplate their portrait ... A piece of paper fell near the painting and their bodies gradually disappeared.

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One hundred thirty-three years later ...

Four spirits appeared suspended in the air. More and faster, closer and closer, forcing the four elements to joined together. They mingled, and they returned inside a woman. She joins palms of her hands above her head. A flash, more dazzling that ever, arises. The thunder rumbled, more deafening than it had ever been. She saw a figure appear. It was tall, elegant.

"Ad terram redit." [1]

The woman felt herself falling. Her eyes were closed, while a smile stretched her lips. She was thrown in a hallway with magnificent colors. The body of the woman continued to fall for some time, and when she breathed her last, there was a blinding light.

She saw men dressed in blue pajamas. They gave her a little slap on the butt and she began to cry.

- It's a little girl with beautiful green eyes. said the doctor. How will you call it?

- Madailéin, in homage to her grandmother.

[1] She returns to the earth.

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Well, the story of Chuichi (Chung) and Mairenn (Madailéin) is complete. If I continue, I'll turn in circles, which seemed the case in the last two parts.

I will create other characters, but not immediately ... I don't base on a show or a book (that would be stupid as a writer, unless, an homage), but this is my imagination. So it is possible that it is a bit long before I return with other characters. And as I mentioned, I'm working on my manuscript ...

Hoping that you enjoyed.

I leave you by sending you bubbles of energy, who turn around you, constantly!

Karole McDowell...

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Amour éternel - 3e vie... quatrième partie - Telle était la promesse...

* AMOUR ÉTERNEL *

3e vie... quatrième partie - Telle était la promesse...

Il poussa une très grosse porte, il entra, tout en prenant soin de refermer la porte derrière lui. 

- Réveille-toi Jimmy! L’heure est grave!

- Que se passe-t-il bon sang?  Bon, mais de quoi s’agit-il alors?

- Tu sais que Mata est pour l’instant à New York, et bien devine quoi? Il est tombé sur un… Satomi… nous avons enfin retrouvé sa trace!

- Ne t’emballe pas trop vite mon ami, ce n’est pas le seul de ces bâtards que l’on retrouve.

- Mais on n’a jamais pu retrouver leurs corps malgré tout. Quoiqu’il en soit nous devons rester prudents et suivre Satomi dans ses déplacements. Si nous arrivons à se débarrasser de sa traînée, nous pourrons enfin régner en paix.

- Donne l’ordre à nos espions de la confrérie du sang de rejoindre Mata, qui leur donnera à leur arrivé ses ordres. Préviens également le également, qu’il doit faire suivre Satomi dans tous ses déplacements et ne surtout pas s’attaquer à lui, car il est notre dernière possibilité de retrouver le manuscrit.

- Mais ce n’est pas tout! 

- Argh! Je n’aime décidément pas ça, quoi encore!

- Il paraitrait qu’ils se seraient réincarnés et ils seraient à New York.

- À New York? Je me dégoûte de plus en plus de représenter en réalité le symbole de la fornication et du traître.

- Je sais que nous agissons pour le bien de tous, du moins au départ tel était notre but, mais s’il redevient aussi puissant, nous pourrons dire adieu à la luxure  et soif de pouvoir.

- Le sang sur nos mains, nous reviendra en plein visage. Cela fait des siècles, nous tuons et décapitons et tout ça pour préserver un secret, un secret qui nous maudira pour l’éternité. Si vraiment ils se sont réincarnés, trouvez-les et tuez-les.

- J’ai déjà envoyé deux agents du service secret à leur rencontre, et ils ont été tués.

- Vous avez envoyé des hommes sans m’en parler ? Bon, alors, c’est quoi les nouvelles?

- La femme s’appelle toujours Mairenn, Chuichi et Kido. Le mal a bien souvent pris possession de nos âmes durant les siècles passés, mais certains d’entre nous sont morts à tout jamais maintenant, et ceux qui restent tentent depuis ces dernières années à n’accomplir plus uniquement que des actes charitables afin de gagner leur rédemption.

- Nos actes sont impardonnables, cependant nous ne pouvons révéler ce secret pour perpétuer les bienfaits de notre image. Bon je me retire maintenant, je vais exécuter tes ordres.

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Mairenn se promenait dans la parc lorsqu'un homme apparu derrière elle.  Mairenn sursauta lorsque l’homme lui mit la main sur l’épaule.

 - Je dois vous parler, c’est important. Je suis un ami de votre mari et de vous aussi. Mais sûrement que votre mémoire antérieure ne vous permet pas de me reconnaître. Mais là n’est pas l’important. En fait, pour commencer, mon nom est Oku. Ne m’interromps pas s’il vous plaît.

Mairenn écoutait d’une oreille attentive. Oku lui raconta tout ce qu’il savait de la promesse de Chuichi et de sa malédiction, mais surtout de cette jalousie. Mairenn ne perdait pas une miette des paroles et n’osait rien dire de peur de l’interrompre et de lui faire perde le fil de son récit mirobolant. 

- Écoutez Oku, votre histoire est belle et bien romanesque, comprenez-moi, je (...)

-  Je sais tout ceci peut paraître un peu gros mais c’est la stricte vérité.

- Mais expliquez-moi, je ne comprends pas tout…  Mon époux, pourquoi m’aurait-il menti? Je ne comprends plus rien… Et je viens faire quoi dans tout cela? Car si vous m’avez parlé, c’est pour une bonne raison, non! Vous auriez très bien pu le faire, il y deux ans. Qu’avez-vous derrière la tête? Que voulez-vous? 

- J’y viens… les gouvernements américains et britanniques ont certainement mis à vos trousses des agents, qui sont en réalité, des tueurs à gage.

- Qui sont-ils?

- Ils obéissent depuis toujours, sans jamais se poser de questions. Ils sont un peu comme des agents secrets, des hommes de main qui obéissent aux ordres qu’on leur donne. À cause d’eux, bon nombre de personnes, à travers les âges, ont péries dans d’atroces souffrances. Tous les autres qui se sont réincarnées, ont été décapitées par ces agents. Heureusement nous aussi nous avons pu causer des pertes de leur côté. Mais, pas suffisamment. Il s’agit d’une guerre que nous nous livrons voilà déjà depuis plusieurs siècles.

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Il était près de 14h00 ce jour là, Jérémy Albert, un des descendants du sbire du est en plein travail, depuis le matin au lever du soleil. En effet il interrogeait, depuis près de cinq jours, un homme. Les britanniques sont très doués quand il s’agit de faire parler les gens. La torture était leur passe-temps préféré. Ils avaient réussi à capturer, à l’aide des agents, un autre membre de l'organsiation "Knightland"… Ó Ghallachóir. Voilà cinq jours que Ó Ghallachóir était torturé à souhait par les sbires du gouvernement britannique.

- Bon reprenons mon cher Ó Ghallachóir. Où sont caché Chuichi et sa femme? Où est Kido? Je sais que tu connais l’emplacement de sa demeure, alors dis-le-nous ou tes souffrances ne feront qu’augmenter…

- Vas-y sale chien, conte-moi tes plaies de l’esprit qui sont bien plus laides que celles de ta chair… Du moins pour l’instant… mais si tu veux, augmente mes souffrances, bourreau!

 Ó Ghallachóir hurlait de douleur et avait tenu bon jusque là. mais au bout de cinq jours, malgré ses années de loyauté, il commençait à être à bout de force face à toutes ces tortures qu’on lui faisait subir. Écartèlement, étaux, tison. Tout cela était de trop et Ó Ghallachóir n’en pouvait plus. 

- Très bien, très bien. Je vais parler, mais par pitié, arrêtez, je vous en supplie, arrêtez ce supplice. Je sais où est la réincarnation. Il se cache à New York, et se fait appeler Chuichi Tatsuya connu aussi comme un des co-fondateur de l'organisation "Knightland". Mais au sujet du manuscrit, de sa femme, je ne sais rien! Je vous le jure… par pitié croyez-moi!

- Tu parles du Chuichi Tatsuya? Celui qui lutte contre les lois britanniques et américains en faisant ses propres théories bidons? Nous parlons de cet homme là?

- Oui, c’est lui.

- Qui me dit que tu ne mens pas, pour gagner du temps?

-  1 Is iad na ceisteanna dá neamhéifeachtúil, agus míthreorach.

- Tu veux jouer avec moi? Pour nous assurer de ta bonne foi, je veux que l’on recommence tes tortures toutes les heures et d’ici trois jours, tu seras tué. Je répète, tu seras tué. Et ne compte pas sur ma clémence. En ce qui concerne Chuichi Tatsuya, je vais envoyer des agents à New York et ils vont s’occuper de cette traînée comme il se doit.

-  2 Beidh sé tú a sheoladh chuig ifreann má tá túteagmháil a bhean.

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- Chuichi réveilles-toi, Chuichi. Je viens de parler avec Oku.

- Parlé avec Oku?

- Tu sais de qui je parle quand même…

- Tu es sérieuse? Il ne s'est pas réincarné...

- Ah! Il m’a dit que des agents du gouvernement viendra te chercher pour te juger.

- C'est un prétexte, vieux comme le monde et tout ça dans le seul but de nous détruire, mais ils n’y parviendront pas cette fois-ci! Je te le promets.

- Très bien je ne voudrais pas qu’il t’arrive malheur, n’oublie pas que si je t’ai épousée, ce n'est pas pour te mourir à nouveau.

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 Gordon se leva et parti rendre visite à JImmy. Il arriva devant un garde qui appela Jimmy, pour l’informer de son arrivée. Celui-ci entra et referma derrière lui, la porte à clé, de façon à ne pas être dérangé durant son entretien.

- Bonjour Jimmy, tu m’as fait demandé? Ton sommeil a-t-il été bon?

- Justement Gordon, non, il n’a pas été bon du tout... Alors dis-moi, a-t-on enfin des nouvelles de Jérémy?

- Oui, on a des nouvelles, justement… Mais la suite va te plaire, on a demandé aux agents d’éliminer le couple.

- Qui nous dit qu’une autre personne n’est pas au courant de toute cette histoire? Si les agents nous font perdre tous les indices nous permettant de terminer notre quête, nous n’aurons jamais le sommeil tranquille et nous craindrons toujours pour notre vie.

- Très bien, je vais essayer de les prévenir le plus rapidement possible. C’est toi qui règne en ce moment, donc tu as pleins pouvoirs et ton choix sera le nôtre. Espérons juste qu’il ne soit pas trop tard.

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En se levant le lendemain matin, Mairenn et Chuichi s’aperçurent, que la porte avait été fracturée. Il saisit son épée et avança lentement, tout en tenant une main sur le pommeau, près à la sortir à tout instant. Il regarda, d’un œil discret et rapide à l’intérieur et s’aperçut que ses affaires et ses meubles étaient intacts. Écoutant d’une oreille attentive, s’il y avait du bruit. À part quelques meubles saccagés, rien ne manquait dans sa maison. Il sentit alors quelque chose de froid et humide lui tomber sur la tête. Il se frotta le front et vit du sang sur ses mains. Il leva la tête au plafond et s’aperçût, qu’une flaque de sang, qui venait de l'étage, avait transpercé le plafond. Il grimpa alors au premier étage et arrivé en haut, il vit le corps d’un homme, décapitée. C’était Kido. Chuichi tomba à genoux, les larmes aux yeux. Les agens vont maintenant tenter d'assassiner froidement sa femme. Chuichi se retourna et tomba nez à nez avec un grand homme, au teint foncé.

 Chuici sortit son épée, la rage au cœur.

- Qui êtes-vous?! 

- Je me nomme Baltha, fils de Nabon! Quant à toi je sais déjà que tu es Chuichi, à cause de ça, je vais tuer ta femme, j’en suis navré, mais certains actes de l’histoire doivent rester secrets à tout jamais! 

- C’est toi qui va mourir aujourd’hui! Tu vas rejoindre tes bouffons! cria Chuichi fou de rage.

- Chuichi, que fais-tu avec cette épée? Nous sommes au 19e siècle, par au Vème. dit l'homme en souriant.

 Chuichi attaqua alors de front son adversaire, le cœur rempli de haine et de rage. Baltha qui avait près de trente ans d’expérience dans les combats, n’avait point de mal à le contrer. Chuichi y mettait tant de haine, qu’il parvint à repousser son adversaire et à le blesser légèrement. Chuichi ne faisait preuve d’aucune technique, tant sa colère et son envie de vengeance étaient grandes. Baltha, qui ne perdait pas son sang froid, en eu vite assez des assauts désespérés de son adversaire, qu’il arrivait à esquiver sans trop de mal. Baltha décida alors de passer à l’attaque. Quelques enchaînements et enfin, il sortit l’une de ses nombreuses bottes secrètes et tenta de transpercer l’abdomen de Chuichi.

- Coucou, dit Oku.

Il transperça le cœur de l'agent et il tomba par terre, crachotant du sang, prêt à rendre l’âme. Oku leva son épée en l’air, inclinée de telle sorte qu’elle atteigne la nuque de l'homme, il l’entendit alors prononcé la phrase rituelle : Beidh sé tú a sheoladh chuig ifreann má tá tú teagmháil a bhean, quant tout à coup, quelques centièmes de seconde plus tard, sa lame s'abattit sur sa nuque.

Au bout de plusieurs minutes, Chuichi se réveilla tout en prenant une grande  bouffée d’oxygène. Il se releva péniblement, s’assit sur une chaise et leva les yeux droits devant lui où se tenaient Oku et Kido, un verre à la main, en train de le siroter tranquillement avec sous leurs pieds, le corps sans vie de Baltha.

- Ah! Enfin, tu te réveilles! Ce n’est pas trop tôt. dit Kido

- Kido. Tu es vivant. Mais comment?

- J’imagine que tu as cru que cet homme sans tête était moi. En fait, il s’agissait d’un agent qui a essayé de me tuer. Enfin, il m’a tiré une balle avec son revolver, mais fort heureusement, il ne m’a qu’effleuré. Je ne sais pas combien de temps, je suis resté allongé par terre, mais en me relevant, j’ai entendu les bruits que vous faisiez. Je me suis faufilé sans aucun bruit jusqu’à lui et ni une ni deux, je l’ai décapité. Ensuite, j’ai eu l’idée de lui mettre mon peignoir et de cacher sa tête. Je me doutais bien que Baltha vienne de par lui-même vérifier si le travail avait été bien fait. Et notre bon vieil ami Oku est arrivé.

- Je te remercie d’être arrivé à temps et de m’avoir sauvé la vie, Oku. Je suis vraiment heureux de te voir en vie, Kido!

- Et moi donc. Au fait désolé de t’avoir fait croire que j’étais mort, mais si nous voulions avoir une chance de battre Baltha, il fallait que nous jouions cette petite pièce. D’ailleurs, à cause de toi et de ta mauvaise habitude d’être toujours en retard. Les agents nous ont espionnés.

 Chuichi ramassa son épée.

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Gordon traversa en coup de vent le grand hall qui sépare le bureau de Jimmy du reste du domaine.

- Mauvaise nouvelle Jimmy. Baltha… a été décapité!

- Quoi?!  Comment le sais-tu?

- Je viens de recevoir un télégramme. Les autres agents viennent de me prévenir. Ils viennent de retrouver son corps sans vie, décapité, ainsi que celui d'un autre agent, dont ils n’ont pas retrouvé la tête mais qu’ils ont quand même réussi à identifier. Baltha est mort, Jimmy, Kido l’a tué, à moins que ce soit, Chuichi… 

- Peu importe qui l’a tué. Maintenant il est trop tard. Nous nous sommes relâchés, nous n’étions plus assez méfiants et nous nous sommes dissipés. Ce n’est plus comme à l’époque de l’inquisition où nous étions une armée forte et puissante. Pauvre Baltha. Maintenant son âme a rejoint les profondeurs de l’enfer. Que Dieu ait pitié de lui… Kido, il va me le payer, ça tu peux en être certain. 

- Tu peux te retirer maintenant.

- Un autre détail. Selon un agent, il aurait vu un autre homme dans les parages, nous connaissons pas son identité. Mais c'est peut-être lui, le meurtrier. Tu connais un certain, Oku?

- Oku?

Jimmy devint tout pâle et demanda à Gordon de quitter son bureau.

Gordon était enfermé chez lui et tournait en rond, attendant un télégramme d'un de ses agents. Voilà plus de deux heures que Gordon attendait. Plus le temps passait, plus il se rendait à l’évidence que ces derniers avaient échouée dans leur mission et qu’ils étaient probablement morts.

Gordon sentit alors une présence tout proche de lui, mais ce n’était pas Jimmy. Ce dernier était plus puissant. Il pouvait le sentir, grâce à tous les immigrants qu’ils avaient tués, au fil de toutes les générations précédentes. Il ne voyait rien  dans sa pièce, et l’alarme n’avait été donnée par aucun des agents qui rôdaient autour. Gorfdon recula doucement vers les tentures des grandes fenêtre de sa chambre, afin d’y ramasser son épée, quand tout à coup, il sentit le toucher d’une lame s’abattre délicatement sur tout le long de sa gorge, faisant en même temps couler un léger filet de sang sur ses vêtements.

- C’est ça que tu cherches? Désolé, mais ta rapière me plaît bien, je vais la garder pour moi. C'est donc toi, le grand Gordon, dernier ancêtre du sbire du roi, qui vient de se faire prendre. On dirait qu’il y a eu du laisser aller durant toutes ces années. Il ne faut jamais négliger l’entraînement, tu devrais le savoir, toi qui es l'ancêtre d'un maître du meutre accompli.

- Comment as-tu fait pour arriver jusqu’à moi? Tous nos agents rôdent dans les alentours.

- Agents? Ils n'étaient qu’une vingtaine tout au plus, dit Chuichi. Je ne suis pas n'importe qui, n’oublie pas que j’ai des siécles en art de dissimulation derrière moi.

- J’imagine que tu es déjà au courant pour Baltha. Tu es le suivant sur la liste, dit Oku. Je vais te tuer et puis repartir chez moi. Après quoi, il ne restera plus que Jimmy et nous..

- Dis-moi,  as-tu une dernière volonté? demanda Mairenn.

- Que fais-tu là, toi, sale pute?

- Tu as beaucoup trop de sang sur les mains pour me traiter de putain, dit Mairenn.

- Je dois recevoir ma rédemption. Je suis désolé pour toutes les persécutions que nous vous avons fait subir, dit Gordon.

- Ça n’arrangera rien, dit Chuichi. Une promesse est une promesse.

 Oku lui trancha la tête. Mais Oku n’eut pas le temps de se remettre de ses émotions. Quand il se releva, il vit en face de lui, Jimmy. Il était accompagné de ses agents qui tenaient une arme à la main.

- Le secret doit être préservé et étant le dernier à savoir, je régnerai enfin en paix. Je n’aurai jamais cru que vous auriez eu la bêtise de vous rendre en Angleterre. Vous jeter dans la gueule du loup, à votre âge, c’est lamentable. Chuichi tu as perdu la raison, tout comme les autres de ta race.

- Ma race? dit Chuichi.

- Oui, ta race. Tu aurais dû te trouver une comme toi, au lieu de forniquer avec ta pute irlandaise, vous aviez défier les lois. Ça fait 700 ans que tu combats pour venger la mort de ta sale putain.

- Ça fait deux fois que tu la traites de putain et dans la même phrase, tu es foutu, dit Oku.

Chuichi se redressa et fixa Jimmy.

- Tuez-les! cria JImmy à ses agents.

 Une vingtaine d'agents apparurent autour d’eux. Les agents sortirent leurs armes à feu.

Chuichi, Kido et Oku levèrent alors leur épée, qu’ils avaient toujours en main.

- Le haghaidh onóir is glóir. Théann tú ar ais nuair a tháinig tú ó! crièrent Oku et Kido dans une seule voix.

 Ils transpercèrent le corps des agents.

- Vous êtes des monstres… Allez pourrir en enfer! cria Mairenn.

- Je sais, mais tel est le prix de notre règne… Vous deux, votre mort, et moi… la damnation éternelle de mon âme, dit Jimmy avec calme.

Au même moment, Jimmy reçu un télégramme. Jimmy le prit dans sa main. Quelques instants plus tard, Jimmy laissa tomber le papier et tomba à genoux.

- Mon Dieu, c’était donc vrai! Il est vivant! Chuichi, tu as toujours été la réincartion de… Tu es le vrai J... Tu ne peux pas être LUI.

 Kido profitant de ce moment d’égarement, prit son épée et fonça sur lui en hurlant de toute sa haine.

- Il ne peut y en avoir qu’un.

 Il lui trancha la tête d’un coup vif et brutal.

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Un jeune homme d’une trentaine d’année, se rendit derrière le domaine de Jimmy. Un homme était assis tranquillement en train de lire un livre.

- Salut l'ami, dit l'inconnu. Tu es devenu maître du royaume à sa place. Mais maintenant les choses vont changer. Vous allez comprendre, qu’il est de retour. Voilà des siècles qu’il se cache. Il vous a trompé, vous tous… Tu les cherché sans jamais les trouver n’est-ce pas? Vous avez le sang  de leurs morts sur les mains. Aujourd'hui, le royaume sera détruit. Les chevaliers sont derrière vous, ouvrez les yeux. Si tu veux te prendre la tête c'est le moment, car... 

Il se tourna et vit Chuichi, Kido et Oku qui étaient debout, derrière lui. Il n'eut le temps de dire :

- Yesh....

Chuichi leva son épée et lui trancha la tête.

Telle était la promesse...

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P.S. : Traduction des phrases en irlandais :

1- Is iad na ceisteanna dá neamhéifeachtúil, agus míthreorach : 

Les questions sont à la fois inefficaces et trompeuses.

2- Beidh sé tú a sheoladh chuig ifreann má tá tú teagmháil a bhean : 

Il vous enverra en enfer, si vous touchez la femme

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