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!"
"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.
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.
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 they're 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.