Spiritual poison. (fic)
Prologue
Scrabania is Mudos’ largest desert, being larger than the Glukkon’s capital city, Farzad, it ranged for several thousand miles. I lived there, or rather in a small Mudokon village. I was young, even for Mud’s born native, and not slaves, I was seven, and considering a Native- born Mud tends to live for 200+ years, I was still a small child. I was a Scrab keeper, and proud of it, Scrabs were large four-legged red and yellow creatures with a beak-like mouth and no eyes, they were considered holy to mudokons, and they were incredibly tame as long as they were kept properly. But being a keeper of the beasts would soon change...
In Scrabania, nighttime brings many sounds, ranging from Mudokons sleeping and socializing to calls of far-off animals ,but one I didn’t recognise was a sort of clicking bark. “Hmmmm....” I said out loud, but was soon discouraged that it was just in my head. I heard it again, combined with a ‘whirr’ type sound, and I looked outside. I saw several hundred red lines scattered along the horizon each with an oddly shaped silhouette, but because it was dark, couldn’t quite make them out. Puzzled, I snuck to the watch tower and peered out of the lense at the top. I still couldn’t see them, but as I turned to look at the ladder I saw whatever they were closing in on the village. I didn’t think to sound the alarm, but took to my Scrab herd and opened the gates, and considering that a single Scrab could kill 3 Mudokons at once, I wasn’t worried about the odds. Just as I thought I would be some kind of hero, I felt a shard pain in my knee, and collapsed from the shock, I felt a blunt object hit the back of my head and blacked out.
Chapter one:Introductions
I was scrubbing a fleech cage, working quietly as my slig ‘supervisor’ watched me warily, probably because I was covered in Scrabanian body art, making me look quite ghastly. I couldn’t try to possess anything, or talk because I had a security marker on my leg, but they hadn’t gotten my feathers (or ‘hair’) , but it was now a matted mess caked with blood from many beatings. I looked at the bucket in front of me, full of the bloody remnants of the Scrabs I once kept, who were fed to the fleeches as snacks. Suddenly, an odd sensation filled my body, like wind was blowing on me. and I stood up, now aware that my psycho kinetic powers were active....but why? I looked at the slig, he had raised his gun, and was quivering, I pitied him, but it didn’t stop me from subliminally plugging his gun with air. Blunderbuss rifles backfire every 4 months anyway. I wove a thick web of verses together and uttered them. A string of metal rose out of the ground and slithered around my leg, it popped off the chant suppressor and started to mummify me, more and more it covered me until I only had a small tunnel that air could get in from, for breathing. for breathing. I heard a tapping over my body and realised that the slig had fired his gun, too bad. My iron cocoon slithered off of me and I snuck around the corner. I picked up several chunks of the rifle and pieced them together with my mind, and then, with a sickening ‘Shunk’ I sliced open my arm, and with my will itself, put the gun inside my arm so the barrel was facing out of my paw, and sealed the wound. I killed anything that was a threat, sligs running alarm systems, stockyard animals, even the occasional Glukkon super-supervisor (they considered themselves a higher "rank" of supervisor than sligs), then I felt my power starting to die out, and quickly removed the gun from my arm. I expected this, as it had happened before, but never enough to do what I did. But I still had a working rifle, and could use that to my advantage. I walked along a thin walkway, and saw the logo for my work plant. ‘Buzzsaw Bobs meat processing plant.’ Blech, I spat on the sign and noticed a large lever in front of me. It was about 3\4 of a metre tall, but it seemed to have some kind of purpose, so I pulled it. A HUGE meat saw came streaking out of the darkness of the ceiling and I just narrowly avoided it, at the cost of my gun. Stunned, I realised that a door had been opened, a door that led to the garbage ball car... I jumped in and upon realizing that it was safe, I back tracked and grabbed some rope ,and used it to pull the lever again, which dropped me into the car and got it moving.
Chapter: 2 Vengeance.
I fell through the rusty door of the garbage chute and landed in the grinding room. But was all too familiar with it, dashing through gaps between machinery that most people wouldv'e crapped their pants at the sight of. Finally, I leapt into a doorway and into freedom. I fell far, but landed in some water run off and almost cried out in joy, after seven years of beatings and slavery, I was free! But it wasn’t over yet. An alarm blared, and I heard the familiar Whirr-ing sound of slig pants, it seemed several were approaching me, quickly, I made a possession orb which was invisible to all but mudokons and other species who kept to the old ways. and after locating the sligs took control of a big bro, and decided what to do. You see, for my first four years I had spent my time in a large prison, made of two Massive electro magnetic batteries and several prongs, this beastly machine took all of my powers away, even simple things like chanting, however it gradually came back to me, and I had escaped. In a nutshell, my plan was to be taken to the top of Buzzsaw Bobs, so that I could take out the entire plant with my super-charged prison. I was carried to the boardroom without incident, I carried my own body in fear that the other sligs would hurt me. At the gates at the top floor I killed each of the sligs that were with me, and dropped out of the Big bros’ body, giving him a disgusting full body explosion. I opened the doors, surprising Glukkons all over the glitzy board room.I approached the centre of the wide glass chamber and pulled the employee status board off the wall with a flick of my outstreched arm, and gradually, the number of Mudokon workers began to fall, because I ahd activated a portal for every mudokon to jump through (to return the their respeective villages) obviously the some of the sligs had heard the gunshots and were all sent up to the boardroom to investigate,and the rest were too dum,bfounded by what was going on too do anything. the status board, instead of reading 1000, now read one, myself. Every Glukkon started yelling “Help!” and then, “Kill ‘em!” as sligs appeared. I smiled and this just pissed all of them off more. Then, I chanted, because of the staggering amount of Mudokons I saved, I had enough power of Shrykull in me to destroy the plant, but I didn’t, instead a grinding sound over lapped all other sounds and a large blue pillar stuck out of the ground. Three others joined it, in the midst of the catastrophic screaming, oh well. An incredibly large ball of pure metal rose up, supported by four segmented blue legs. “nuke this shithole!” I yelled, and the metallic monstrosity leaped into the air, shattering the top of the galss board room. I focussed an extravagant amount of energy into each leg, and reformed them so they moulded into one long gun barrel. The sheer force of focussing all of that power into one place almost tore the palnt apart. I gradually pulled a certain oil-pumping plant that was attached to the main factory into the path of the barrels reticule.
Chapter Three: Fatality.
VOIP! The electro magnetic Might of the prison created an explosion the destroyed and vaporized the entire plant in one swift move. All that was left was a herd of stockyard animals set free by the quaking remnants of Slig forces, who were crushed by ‘rogue’ debris.
I touched down far away from the crater of the plant aftyer doing some casualty ckecks) and looked up at the blue-beast that lay before me. I stuck out an arm, and a pulsating bolt of energy raced towards me, and scattered throughout my body, the giant machine then collapsed and I laughed. “ its over, fianlly.” and slowly walked west, I hated this part of mudos, and desired somewhere more peaceful.
Chapter Four: A hero’s journey.
I had been planning to head Straight to Mongo valley, the enormous area where the mongo river now flows freely. This was because while working at Buzzsaw Bob’s I had met a Steef at the Train stop, She said that if I was ever set free I was fully invited to visit her in New Yolk City, so that was my destination., and I just had to follow the train tracks, or rather the river, so it was a simple trip. After 2 days of walking (I was not in the mood for sleep) I reached the outskirts of New yolk, a high mountain range that hung over the city. Keeping my pace, I leapt off of a low cliff and landed on the water tower. I hadn’t been noticed by any clakkers but kept staring at the town, It was larger than the steef, Nock, had mentioned, but that was 5 years ago, and it had obviously had new houses and buildings added. Speaking of Names, I suppose it is quite late, but my name is Symun . I slid down a building and landed with a thud on the dirty ground, one thing I had done is pillaged the many sligs that had “escaped” during my casualty check., and had quite a hefty sum of Moolah. 760,000, to be exact. I waltzed into a building marked “General Store ” and stared at the clakker shop-keep who sat staring at box labelled ‘telli-fission’. “I need some glitzy Mud-clothes, lazy.” I said to the slumping clakker. He SLOWLY turned his head to look at me, but when he spotted that I was a Mudokon opr rather a mudokon with a WAD of dough he quickly said “yes sir, what is it?” “Some clothes, and some cleaning products and a towel.” I quickly added. “No problem, sir!” he ran to the back of the store and returned with some nice looking clothes and cleaning supplies and said “56 Moolah, sir!”
I stared at him, dumbfounded, I had expected to pay much, much more, but he simply said “I don’t have to worry about any outlaws robbin’ me ever since Nock arrived” “Oh! You know her?” I questioned, but he shook his head, "no, not personally, hey...you look kinda weird to be down here in the mongo area, you Scrabanian?” I saw that one comin' , clakkerz have a fascination with native mudokons that leads to quite a lot of research.“Yeah, actually I just *ahem* blew up buzzsaw bob’s.” I said casually, with a steady grin on my face. He merely closed his eyes and yawned. But a smile danced upon his wide beak. “Heh, that jackass has been stealing our livestock fer’ YEARS! Way to go, pardner!” I grinned wide and handed the Clakker a 100 moolah bill, and picked up a bag to keep my stuff in. “ wait...Is yer name Symun?” he asked quizzically. “Yeah, why do you ask?” I said. “ well, Nock has been lookin’ for you ever since we saw the report on the telli.” “Thanks” I said “but I’ll find her”.
Chapter Five, Teaching some Mud to swim.
I bathed for the first time in 3 months (Mudokons were immersed in a pool of near-scalding water every six months to clean their skin, but not to drown them.) But this was a different experience entirely. The water was cool, and I was isolated, but kept in shallow water to prevent myself from drowning. Suddenly, A large figure leapt from high on a cliff, and I stared at none other than Nock, who was just as surprised as I was.
“How did you know I was here?!?” I blurted out, after we had stared at each other for what seemed like hours (but was actually several seconds.) “I didn’t, I was just cliff diving, man, how long has it been?” “Five Feckin’ years! ya nutjob!, Its great to see you Nock.” “You to, Symun, why are you swimmin’ in the shallows, anyway?” embarrassed, I said “ well...err...I...well...cant...swim...” She looked at me for a second and then burst out laughing. “Bwahahahahahaha!!! Aw...I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, glukkon shmucks...hey...why don’t I teach you?” wide eyed, I asked “Yer pullin’ my leg!” “Nah, in fact all you need to know is the SLOG PADDLE!” She then SPLASHED ME with cold water! The nerve! I ran to the shore and then hurtled back into the water at full speed, and did a cannon ball, that soaked her to the very britches, "HA!" I said. and it was then that I realized that I was swimming, “WOO!!!” I yelled, and dunked myself under water, and it was then, that I was truly at peace.
The adeventures continue! POSSIBLY!
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I see you jockin' me.
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