What a wonderful world (2) - Defiance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kcOpyM9cBg

J'étais obligé…

C'était moi ou elle…

Adam continuait de courir. Il ne savait pas depuis quand il courait, ni où il était. Voici ce qu'il savait : Son corps avait atteint depuis longtemps ses limites, et les croassements dans son dos ne faisaient qu'amplifier. Il n'eut pas le courage de regarder derrière lui.

C'était elle ou moi…

Alors pourquoi ai-je choisi moi ?

Son cœur était en train d'exploser. Mais il continua de courir aussi vite qu'il pouvait.

Primum non nocere

… Quoi ?

Des mots sans sens continuaient à lui venir en tête. Indistinctement familiers, comme s'ils étaient issus d'une autre vie.

Le paysage se métamorphosait, furtivement. L'insoutenable puanteur s’effaçait, remplacée par un discret parfum de pin. Un vent nocturne léger avait commencé à se lever.

A bout de souffle, il trébucha et atterrit sur son ventre. Il entendit les croassements le moquer.

Terrifié, exténué, il se mit à ramper en pleurnichant silencieusement.

Pourquoi ? Pourquoi je m’accroche ?
Est-ce la mort qui me terrifie ?
Depuis quand ai-je peur de mourir ?

Confus, il s'arrêta de ramper.

Pourquoi je me suis choisi moi, alors ?

Pourquoi est-ce que j'ai assumé que je n'avais pas peur de mourir ?

Le cri incessant des corbeaux le poursuivait comme une ombre. Il était à présent si proche qu'il s'attendait à sentir leurs becs sur sa chair à tout moment.

Des bribes d'une mélodie se mirent à jouer dans sa tête.

Un son distordu. Grotesque. Le vestige d'une mémoire d'un autre temps.  

Il enfouit sa tête dans le sol et se boucha les oreilles.

Mais le volume de la mélodie ne faisait qu'augmenter.  

Pourquoi tu l'as tuée ?

Pourquoi tu l'as tuée ?

Pourquoi ta vie serait plus importante que la sienne ?

La mélodie atteignit son crescendo. Une explosion d'instruments avec une voix orgasmique qui répétait quelque chose d'incompréhensible.

Adam hurla.

Primum non nocere

Les croassements moqueurs devinrent des rires hystériques qui résonnèrent dans la nuit.

Subitement, Adam fut prit d'une colère noire. Il se mit débout d'un bond.

Cette fois, il cria par défiance.  Il se retourna pour faire face aux corbeaux.

Il n'avait jamais été aussi beau.

L'explosion de la mélodie fit place à une douce symphonie qui s'approchait du dénouement.

Adam scruta la nuit, mais il n'y avait rien derrière lui.

……

Je suis en train de perdre la tête.

Soulagé, se sentant en sécurité pour la première fois, il se laissa tomber à terre.

Des applaudissements retentirent dans sa tête. La mélodie avait conclu.

Il ferma les yeux et sombra immédiatement dans un sommeil sans rêve.


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