Holy years

Holy Years

By Andrew McFing

From The Worst of Mcfing

Mush Raines slept on the ground , having disturbing dreams. His blue skin sheened in sweat. He sees rivers of fire and bodies melting and burning , screaming forever. He hears his name his true name , the name he can not remember when he wakes, the name he doesn't want to remember. Why This body , why these eyes?. He wakes wrecked with someone else's pain , it's always the same. He has tried starving himself, whipping himself , getting really drunk or drugged up. He has tried chronic masturbation , cross dressing , but none of it has stopped the pain of damned souls from flooding into him while he sleeps , and the voices.Mush popped three valuims and went into his shop to work. His job was to manufacture torture devices to be used by the earth people on his own native Poldaaki people. He made good money doing it because all the other poldacs refused to for moral reasons. Right now he was working on a penis shredder. A long metal tube with levers you turn to make the manglers inside work the skin apart. He thought it was a fairly good penis shredder , he would hate to have such a device used on him certainly , unless maybe it would make the dreams go away. "Why do you taunt and haunt me so!" , he screamed to thin air.

Mush's front door slammed open and in stomped Jebbin Lane , an old friend of many rough years. "What the fuck?" , spit Jebbin , "How can you work on torture divices for your own people? What the fuck is your problem fuckface , huh? Tell me what your problem is? Is your fuckin brain rotted away from moldy fermented wine?".

"I am struggling spiritually" , Mush explained haltingly.

"You have to have a god damned soul for that to happen , not a black oozeing slime pit."

"I think God is talking to me" , Mush stammered.

"Which one , one of ours , or the fake earth God the parasites that own our world now bend over for?"

"You don't understand" , " Mush's face contorted with acidy emotion , "I am trying to find God!"

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"By supplying the earthers with devices to torture your own people , your own fucking brother is dead now , after being tortured , probably from a device you made your self , how spiritual is that?". , Jebbin was shaking with rage. "I spent my nights fighting those bastards with flaming unefel plants and rocks , and my days helping the victims of the earthers. You spent the day helping them hurt us you stupid fuckin cocksucker."

"If your gonna just keep repeating your self you might as well go home , I have work to do" , Mush exclaimed. Jebbin howled in rage and punched Mush in the face , he then started throwing tools and devices around , managing to break a set of thumb screws.

"Please don't do this" , Mush begged as Jebbin took an axe to the stretch rack he had been working on for nearly a month.

"Your an ass fuck on a religious holiday , go to hell and suck shit there!" , Jebbin screamed as he stormed out the door , not bothering to slam it.

Jebbin stalks outside to discover a riot going on. twenty earthers are trying to hold back a big group of angry Poldacs. Fists flail and curses fly through the air. Jebbin clubbed a Asian earther hard in the head from behind with the flat side of the axe still in his hands. The man went down with a concussion and loss of three percent brain function. Three eathers jumped Jebbin with punches flailing , Jebbin hit the ground and they wailed many more punches and kicks into him. When the smoke cleared , two earthers lay dead , four more injured. Eight poldacs lost their lives and twenty eight more were injured , plus tweleve injured poldacs were arrested. Mush worked on torture divides through out all of that. "God wants me to work on these devices" , Mush told himself.

As Jebbin was dragged away he screamed "Help me Mush! Help me!". Mush heard but he was behind schedule on his project so he kept on working.

strong constitution

The next day saw the eartther's punishment routine. Mush was employed by them , so he had to bring the wooden body suit that contained the cruel spikes dipped in spider and worm venom. He left his shop , with a couple earthers. A angry crowd was gathered about chanting insults and curses to both the earthers and Mush who they hated for helping them. rocks were thrown at Mush , one struck him in the head and made him loose the heavy device he was carrying , It fell to the ground with a hollow thud. With painful grunts of effort Mush hoisted the device up and got it back onto his shoulders. Mush was bleeding from his nose and one eye was mostly swollen shut by now. A beautiful woman dressed like a whore , her breasts barely staying in her sideless purple shirt stomped up to Mush , "This is for my brother you earthsucker" , she spit in his face. Mush couldn't wipe it off his face , the heavy burden taking up both his arms prevented that. The spit ran down his cheek soaking his beard , it smelled vaguely of sperm. He saw a flash of nipple as she whirled angrily and stormed away , nice outfit. Finally Mush gets the device to it's destination and gently puts it down , all his muscles throbbing and achieing now.

"Sentenced for treason , rebellion , assaulting an earth man" , read an officer from a palm computer , " Bronel Teofs , you are sentenced to die!" A badly beaten man was forced out of a cell by strong beefy guards. Mush recognized the man , they had gone to grade school together , he used to pick his nose a lot back then. Mush opened the body suit , rows upon row of hypodermic needles were revealed , dripping with venom. A soldier ripped off Bronel's clothes and forced him naked into the wooden device , they shut it on the struggling man and he howled in pain. Many poisonous plants and animals supplied the vemon that sang in his veins. The man box shook as it's contents screamed and screamed. It took the man an hour and a half to die and he gave quite a show. The earth men laughed and smiled and made many rude jokes up about it later.

That evening finds Mush going into convulsions and making gurgling screams. The voices have started again , and his insides twist when they speak." I want the voices to stop ,to make the Gods hate me , to rape every holy man and than kill em . to make the gods choose someone else. White foam drips down Mush's mouth and chin. Mush's eyes roll up and spasming , expanding and contracting grossly. The gagging got more intense and the visions spoke with voices of thunder. Finally they left him and he vomited on the floor and passed out in it. Peace , sweet short peace.

focus on goals and how to reach them

Mush goes to see the healer lady. She is a common sight in poldac life. Every community has one to three. They are herbal healers , well learned and intuitive of the use of plants. Many have even used earth plants to heal their people. Anyway Mush tells her of his visions , his horror , his broken place in this broken world.She had him lay down and smoke a green tasty earth plant , he relaxed and felt like he was floating. It was kinda like a local fruit called murple. A murple or two and your zoning out and having creative ideas. He ate lots of them every spring through summer. "What if it's bad spirits in your head , or even demons the earth men brought with them?" , the healer asked him gently , like out of a soft dream.

"What if it's a god? You can't drive a god out!" , said Mush. The healer gave him six large cigarettes of the earth herb. She told him to smoke one in morning and one before bed until they were all gone. Mush smoked two that night in a row , he felt stoned beyond stoned. He floated in a soft bubble away from the spiritual world into plant peacefulness.

The next day Mush wakes and smokes another of those cigerettes. He feels blown away by it , almost in a dream state he wanders along the shore looking for what food may have washed up last night. He bends over to pick up a pink shell. He bashes it twice against a rock to crack it open. He sucks the succulent meat from it and chews it while it is still quivering. Mush licks the sauce off his lips and walks on , hunger gnawing at him as a side effect of the earth herb. He keeps thinking he hears footsteps behind him , but everytime he turns he sees nothing but empty beach. He gets so paranoid he forgets all about food gathering and he walks a little faster down the rocky beach. It seemed the ghostly foot steps got closer and closer. Mush wheeled around and screamed "Why are you haunting me?" Still just the slowly lapping waters of an empty beach. Mush was nearly jogging now and suddenly a footstep and a whisper directly in his ear sent him convulsing and foaming at the mouth , his eyes flicking back and forth spasmotically. The voice tells him to pay a visit to Sharona , the whore who had recently spit in his face. Mush rose , wipped the vomit from his chin, washed in the warm lapping water and walked on.

rule and justice through self-sacrifice

A long walk , four hours to get into the big city of oweifdu. One ot the three largest poldacian cities. Mush walked through the market, not knowing where to locate Sharona. Along the way he way merchants peddling everything from feather suits , to rare herbs , to earth men bones. Workers grinded plants in a giant wheel to make bread. Beggers sweeped through the crowd with arms outstretched for money or food. Strange drugs were being sold by stoned venders. Sun baked lizards on a stick , useing fragrant iwedo sticks from those tall ash colored trees, waved in Mush's face. Animals were sold for labor food or sex. A thousand colors of insence were for sale , plants from three planets offered the burner they're scents. Still on Mush walked , past the artist who carved people's portaits in fruits and vegitables , past the second hand tent that really sold weapons that were hidden among the old clothes and cooking supplys. Then a miracle sign from the gods happened , a shiney skinned man in brilliant red robes bumped into Mush , Mush could feel the man's bulgeing erection crush against him for a second and he thought he knew where such a man would be going. Mush followed him. Mush followed him past the earth men relics tent , that sold anything material related to earth people , past the black tent that sold children. On they went past varyous scented smokes from dark drugged up venders. Mush followed the man into the scarlet tent. Twelve men waited there , sitting cross legged on the floor. The men were waiting for their turn. some played dice , some talked , most just sit there cross legged and watched the sex action going on at the other end of the room. Mush just sat , waveing away the varyous cigerettes offered by the horny clientel. Right now a naked southerner with dark green skin and bushy hair shaped into a coiling serpant was spanking her ass while rideing her doggie style. Mush watched the scene. His ex girl friend turned whore earning her day's pay. Next a typical poldac escaped slave spent his last funds on a blow job that had him spurting in four minutes , he crumpled and fell to his knees after gooing on her face. Mush watched it all unfold like underground play in a decadant city. A fat bald poldac with sensual lips and a bird tattooed to his chest took her earth man style and thrusted grunting for ten minutes before gooing and departing. Mush waved away his turn saying he couldn't get an erection yet. A poldacian war victum went next. Two thirds of his body was covered with rough scar tissue. The wounded man dropped his pants to reveal a purple brown scar penis , pocked with big red holes and rancid veins. She took it in her mouth like a pro , bobbing up and down ,cheeks imploding with forcefull suction. The man had little nerve tissue left and the blow job took an hour and twenty minutes to finish , and only that fast because towards the end she began working her finger in and out of his ass. Mush waved his turn to the pimple pocked street orphan , a boy of probaly ten , all scared up from the street. He payed all his money to suckle her breasts for ten mintues. Next came a old man who just wanted to jack off whle she called him degradeing names. Thirty seven minutes later he popped some dry ejaculation onto her hair. The line went on like that for four more hours. Finally the crowd was gone , as it was closeing time. Now Mush approached her.

"Fuck you" , Sharona screached , "You fucking piece of slime. You sit there and watch me all fuckin day then you aproach me!".

"I'm came here to ask you to forgive me" , Mush said to his ex girlfriend.

"Then I shall hate you forever , and curse each night before I sleep , you wretched piece of ultra-shit!" , she screamed at him.

"No , don't be this way Sharona! Forgive me , help ease my tortured soul!" , Mush whined.

"Go crawl out of here on your belly like the worm you are", spat Sharona. She lit a fat cigerette of a half dozen herbs thrown together and smoked it , ignoreing him. So Mush did as he was told , he got on the floor and wormed his way out of there , arms against his sides , he crawled like a worm. "And don't come back!" , Sharona said coldly as he oozed off.

Mush got to his feet outside the place and walked on and on. He walked for four hours straight out of the grassland and into the red hills where relics of mind bogglingly ancient temples and tombs are found. He walked numbly on bloody feet to a old temple still in use. Mournful wailing filled it's echoing dust colored stone walls. A saggy eyed priest met Mush when he rang the visiter bell. "Hello hour holiness , why is their such mourning?" , Mush asked the weary looking man in the vegetable pelt robe.

"The highest father of this temple died last night" , the faded old man explained.

"I am sad to hear that highest father , do you think I should join in?" , Mush offered.

"No , son , you need your rest , you see I know who you are". , the wizened man said and then departed. The words rang in Mush's ears , he broke out into a cold sweat. Mush could feel himself shaking , that revaluation has really getting to him , even more so than Sarona's hateful attitude just because he wouldn't fuck her when they where teens and the visions started. Mush found his way to torch lit dusty halls to the visitor sleeping quarters. The place consisted of a large room with thirty beds. The beds were made of wood , and softened by fresh leaves of silky tropical vegetation. Only four beds where kept up this way at a time. The plants stay soft and comfy for about two weeks if sprayed daily with water. Mush layed on one and was asleep almost instantly. When he woke up nine hours later the wailing was still going on. He got out of the bed and followed the crys. There a bunch of shabbily robed men where gathered around the corpse of they're leader. The very wizened man who he had spoken to the night before.

"This is the man who I spoke to last night" , Mush whispered to the handsome gay priest beside him.

"This is our highest father , he died two nights ago , you must be mistaken" , the priest told him. Mush was stunned , he just gaped at the man , naked with dozens of colorful candles burning all over him , a blue liquid was spilled on his forehead and chest. Then they wrapped the old man up in a rich white spider silk from the forty pound jungle spiders. The mummy was buried in the red hills to a long speech by the new highest one. Incense was burned until Mush's head swam. Silver and red streamers crossed his vision from the thick purple incense smoke , strange tingles through out him. For a moment he thought he would pass out altogether , those were strong burning herbs.

After the final end to the funeral Mush and the gay priest go up a steep cliff and sit , hair blowing in the wind and talk about the gods. Mush told the priest of his visions , his pain , his job , his sexual affairs with vegetables.

"At least you know the gods have a purpose for you , the priest said shaking his head sadly. "I wait day after day , year after year for some sign , something to make me feel they are with me".

"They would probably give you hell on earth like they have done to me. I never wanted any of this. I could have been happy porking Sharona till we grow to old and tired to shag".

"But you are chosen for something larger than life , I will pray for you every night".

"Just pray it's over soon" , Mush said as he got up to leave.

turning point in one's life

Mush slept that night in a high tower of the ancient temple , older than his race of people , having been built by the foefk people , a ebony black skinned people with silver eyes who had died out probably a thousand years ago. The place was a ten foot round room at the top of the tower , accessible by a one hundred foot spiral stair. a chattering sound wakes in from the place he has slept to be pureifyed. Hundreds of nasty greasy black beetles fill the room , crawling all over everything including him.

"Hello Mush , we are your true friends , we will listen" , they chant.

"I have no friends , just those who want to be my masters" , Mush told the disgusting bugs that crawled all over him. thunder shook the hills , snow fell up from the ground to the sky.

"You want to know who you are? , the bugs sang , "You are a man , but more than that you are the son of the GodLIefwel who layed with your mother one night in the form of a smoking fish , intoxicating smoke." The bugs began gathering in a mound around Mush , many more climbing bed with nasty clicking noises. "More than that you are a demi-god , somewhere between the two extremes." Mush brushed the bugs from his face as they sang , his gorge rising.

"Get off me!" , he screamed. The gay priest came upstairs then and shook him violently , the bugs disappeared and Mush was staring back at the gay priest in this empty room.

"It's alright man , you were in a delirium , but it has past , the bugs all came out of you , now you are purified."

"whoo-hooo!" , cheered Mush he never felt cleaner in his life , like he took a long shower in the world's cleanest waterfall. His hair by now had gone from brown to blond.

The priest embraced Mush , I little too long for Mush's asexual comfort. Mush thanks the priest and makes his way back home. A long long walk and he had only eaten at the temple. He arrives home late in the evening a he goes in and sleeps in the same robe he has worn for the last sixteen days. Not an unusual thing for poldacs.

This is a Gate

Mush woke from his sleep seven hours later and got up to go outside and take a piss. A million insects sang out there. As soon as Mush walked out a fist collided with his face and he slumpled against the wall , still groggy. By the time Mush's eyes focus he is being held against the wall with a knife to his throat. Mush eyes clear and he sees Jebbin at the end of the knife. "I was sent here to kill you", his friend tells him.

"Then do it , I am pure for now and I no longer fear death , it is just a door you go through!" , Mush told him. Jebbin brought the sharp serrated edge to his childhood's friend's throat , Mush flinched and didn't look completely free of fear , although he was passive as hell about it..

"What kind of man are you?" , spat Jebbin in frustration, he never killed someone who did not f ight back before and it was making him squeamish. Mush said stood there with his eyes pressed shut..

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"Go ahead friend" , Mush said , "I will be back a million times in other lives if that's what it takes." Jebbin grunted in frustration and began paceing back and forth in front the the childhood friend he used to play hide and seek with.

"If I don't kill you what will you do?"

"If left alive I will speak to the people, try to save them , try to save everyone, even the earth folk , the the fish people." Jebbin began to pace more furiously , remembering childhood scenes when the earth men had only just arrived and had not fucked up they're world yet.

"Maybe the gods didn't send you here to kill me, I think they sent you here to follow me", Mush told him earnestly. By now Jebbin was pacing so fast he tripped and fell. He got up and brushed the insects and leaves off him. The two looked each other in the eyes for eight minutes , Mush didn't blink once.

"Alright , I will follow you" , Jebbin said after a long circling pace.

joyful comradeship

They walk again , over the red hills and back to oweifdu the great city by the sea. As they entered the day at nine in the morning the locals were gathered together where one of them was pulling Sharona along by her hair.The people in the crowd screamed " Bitch whore, slut! Cunt! Bitch! Mush Huried towards the riot. "Kill that bitch!" , a old man with wooden teeth screamed , although he had bit her tits and given her splinters and had his prune sucked a half dozen times by her for pay., The man dragging her once had a crush on her when they were in thier teens, now he forced her against the wall and stripped down her robe , leaveing her naked and trembaling before them.

"You fucked earth men for pay on a holy day! For your deeds you shall die!" , howled the wooden toothed man , his prune tingleing beneath his robe. Many erections among the howling crowd. They had the traditional lynching weapons on them , spider venom tipped barbed rods , the venom causes intence burning pain , the rods slowly beat the victum to death. The old man with the wooden teeth lashed her naked back with the rod , it left a welt and she cryed out in pain and fear, all the ones in the crowd with stiffies moved in with thier rods. More curses of "Slutt and bitch!", from the leery men , eyes on her goodies , burning eyes.More lashes to breasts, back and ass. Mush broke into the crowd pushing people back.

"Who the fuck are you?", asked wooden teeth , others began pushing at Mush trying to get him out of the way. Mush pushed back and whirled to face them from all angles, spinning and makeing eye contact with everyone in the crowd.

"Why are you doing this?" , he asked while caresseing Sharona's naked back , the welts faded away where he touched.