The Ultimate Host

Before the priest decided to answer Cross's desired questions, he went in the back. He went in the back for two reasons. One reason was to offer Cross some refreshments and the other reason was to get The Book of Amon. If Elric wouldn't answer his prayers, he knew the demons would. The pries tossed The Book of Amon onto the bench and walked towards Cross trying to offer him some refreshments. The refreshments he had were cuc.u.mber sandwiches with cheddar cheese and mayonnaise, banana muffins, and some corn ch.i.p.s. Would like some food before we start?" Cross sniffed the air and sighed. " No, I good, I had some food earlier. The priest widened his eyes. That was the first time someone turned down his refreshments. The priest turned around and said: Alright you're lost." Just before the priest was about to go back into the pantry, Cross quickly ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Matter of fact scratch that." I'll take those refreshments. The priest turned around and smiled, handing Cross the tray of refreshments. Cross sat on a bench and started stuffing his face.

So tell me." " What do you want?" asked the priest. " Cross burped and started hitting his chest with his fist. " Do you have any to drink?" The priest quickly grabbed a pitcher of white wine. Cross snatched the pitcher of wine out of the priest's hands and guzzled it down, burping very loudly. " May I ask your name?" asked Cross. The priest cleared his throat and said: My name is Martin Zimmerman. Everyone calls me Father Zimmerman. You can call me Father Zimmerman." Alright." said Cross. Nice to meet Father Zimmerman. " As I was saying before, I need to ask you a couple of questions." Father Zimmerman started nodding. Father Zimmerman was 62 years old standing up to 5'7 weighing 130 pounds.

Father Zimmerman medium length gray hair. He often held church services every 5 days. People knew Father Zimmerman as the loveable priest who preached and saved people from going to hell, redeeming them of the horrible choices they made in life. But in actuality, he was an evil bastard who only cared about himself. He killed, r.a.p.ed, tortured men, women, and children. He wore a long black robe and a tooth necklace around his neck. He claimed that the tooth around his neck came from Elric, The first dragon and the king of dragons. But in actuality, the tooth came from a baby wolf cub. Cross wiped his mouth away with one of the napkins and said: Have you seen or heard of a woman named Sarah?" Father Zimmerman raised his eyebrow and started scratching his head.

" Oh, The Iron Maiden?" Yeah, I've seen her around here with Queen Ariel. " You know she's wanted right?" Cross was confused. " Wanted?" For what?" Father Zimmerman sighed and started coughing. " Your female friend is wanted for the destruction of property, treason, arson, murder, and for punching Queen Ariel in the face. She's in lots of trouble and you'll be too." Cross started scratching his head. " What?" Father Zimmerman nodded. Cross could hear incoming footsteps behind his back. As he turned around, four-armed elven soldiers who were equipped with spears rushed into the church.

" You should have never come here, Cross Rodriguez." Cross was wondering how Father Zimmerman knew his name. Father Zimmerman laughed. By that stupid look on your face it and plus from me reading your mind, you're wondering how I know your name don't you?" Cross sucked his teeth. " Yes as a matter of I do." Father Zimmerman looked at his hands and said. " When I was a little boy I fell off a cliff and smacked against the rocks. " I nearly died." But when I recovered I suddenly gained this power of telekinesis and the power to read minds That is how I scrambled my way to being The Grand Priest." You see when my head smashed on those rocks, it unlocked the full intent and power of my brain. Cross sucked his teeth and said: What I'm supposed to be scared of you or something?" Father Zimmerman chuckled. No, I didn't expect you to be scared of me." But you're going to tell us where Sarah The Iron Maiden is." Cross didn't know where Sarah was." Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you any of your sc.u.mbags." Shut your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mouth!" One of the elven soldiers smashed the iron hilt on Cross's head, causing blood to splatter out his head. This made Cross furious.

Cross stood on his feet and punched a hole through the elven soldier's chest, ripping out his heart. Blood splattered everywhere. The elven soldier collapsed on his knees and died instantly. The other three elven soldiers tried to overpower Cross. They weren't strong enough. Cross destroyed all of them. He started cracking his knuckles. You're next you son of a bitch." Father Zimmerman stumbled to the ground and said: Wait, wait don't get the wrong idea." I was just- Before Father Zimmerman could finish his sentence, Cross grabbed Father Zimmerman by the neck and started strangling him. Just when he was about to snap his neck, Cross tossed Father Zimmerman into a huddle of benches which broke to pieces. Father Zimmerman stood on his feet and wiped the blood from the side of his face. Father Zimmerman stuck out his hand, causing benches and chairs to combine into a huge wooden ball. Father Zimmerman fired the wooden ball into Cross's chest.

Cross was lifted off his feet. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He came crashing through 3 marble walls. Father Zimmerman grabbed The Book of Amon off the ground and held it tight. You obviously don't know who you're messing with boy." I have defeated many powerful people." Cross clutched his ribs and coughed up more blood. " Why is this old bastard so strong?!" asked Cross. Rider was analyzing Father Zimmerman the entire time. This old man is much tougher than you think. Cross flipped to his feet and wiped the blood from his face and mouth. Have you ever heard of the elve name Crow? Cross shrugged his soldiers and said. " No." Do I look like I know who that is?" Rider sighed. " Well let me explain. Before Rider could explain, Father Zimmerman sharpened a wooden plank with his telekinesis and fired it Cross. Cross punched the sharp wooden plank to smithereens.