The Ultimate Host

" What are we going to do?!" yelled one of the miners. Damian sighed. There is only one thing we can do now." And what is that?!" Survive and hope we don't die very painful deaths. Damian clenched his bandage covered into a tight fist. He was ready to fight. The Sand Demon began screaming like a banshee, causing all the miners to hold their ears tightly, so their eardrums wouldn't burst. The Sand Demon jumped out of the quicksand-like a flying fish with its 2 rows of sharp teeth exposed. Droplets of venom could be seen leaking off the teeth like a dripping faucet. Damian watch out!" His miner friends couldn't help him. The Sand Demon's skin as hard as diamond. Just as his life flashed before his eyes. he punched The Sand Demon so hard in the face, all of its teeth splattered out of its mouth. The Sand Demon's neck was cracked in half like a candy bar. The giant vile beast died instantly. The heavy body of The Sand Demon created a giant crater in the ground. Damian's heart was racing like a racecar.

He didn't know he had this much power. He considered and saw himself as a happy peaceful man that never caused trouble. He already knew he could cause bodily damage to stood before him. The miners began cheering as if they were at a concert. " You did it!" Damian Boone killed The Sand Demon!" " This event will go on for ages!" " In history books!" You will become a hero Damian." " A legend. Damian began smiling. Before they decided to enter the deep dark hole The Sand Demon's dead weight created, they decided to have some food in the late-night which consisted of sausage sandwiches and fermented goat milk. At least three hours passed. Damian and his fellow miner friends woke up and prepared to venture into the deep dark hole that hopefully led them to the ancient elven ruins they were looking for. They used their grappling hooks to lower themselves into the deep dark black hole.

After 30 minutes of descending under the ground, they finally reached the bottom. They were in a cave. Damian struck a match and lighted a stick of wood on fire to use as a torch. They came across a golden door that had ancient elven art on it. " This is it," said Damian. Damian tried to push the door open but couldn't. The miners joined in to help him push the door open. Even with all their strength combined, the golden door won't budge. " Shit!" yelled Damian. " We have been in the desert for f.u.c.k.i.n.g 3 months and now we can't open a single door?!" F.u.c.k!" Every time Damian shouted, his miner friends could feel the ground shaking. Suddenly they heard loud footsteps approaching. Someone's coming!" Damian and his miner friends quickly found hiding spots behind rocks. The loud footsteps belonged to a group of desert bandits that terrorized and pillaged any small villages they saw or heard about. The desert bandits were lead by Gonzalo a fearsome bandit whose name was known and fired across the Dead Desert. Gonzalo had jet black hair, green eyes, and rippling muscles.

He was 30 years old. He was captured by the authorities and placed in jail 50 times and escaped 50 times making himself one of the most wanted people of his generation. He carried a sword and 2 handguns. He was the leader of The Desert Riders. While spending only a couple of days in jail, he acquired a map, a key, and a 3 digit code from an old man who traded these items for a box of cigarettes, cheese and crackers, liquor, and drugs similar to heroin.

Gonzalo removed an elven map from his jacket, carefully memorizing it. " This is the place, everyone." The bandits behind him began laughing and smiling. Gonzalo walked up to the golden door, wiping the clumps of dirt off of it, exposing a keyhole. Gonzalo shoved the keyhole into the keyhole turning it left, right, then counterclockwise. Suddenly the door opened up, exposing an old lever and monitor that required a 3 digit code. Gonzalo typed in the code on the monitor and pulled the door open. As the door opened, Gonzalo and all the bandits walked into the ruins. They saw mountains of gold, ancient elven artifacts, elven weapons, and other valuables and accessories. Gonzalo smiled. " Gang, dig in!"

The bandits began laughing, quickly running towards the continuous mountains of gold. Since one piece of gold was ancient, it would sell for at least 20,000 dollars. As Damian continued to hear laughs he grew angry. No." No.." No!!" " It isn't fair!" Damian came up from the rock he hid behind with a shiny of fury in his eyes. His miner friends were there to back him up. As Damian was about to run into the Elven ruins, his vision suddenly turned blurry. He vomited up chunks of blood, collapsing on his knees. He was poisoned. He looked to the side and also saw that his miner friends were poisoned except for only one of them. His was Graham. He was the one responsible for the poisoning. He slipped it into everyone's milk while they were sleeping. Graham walked in front of Damian, kneeling him in his face, dislocating his nose. Damian continued to vomit up blood. " You bastard!!" How could you do this to us?!" Graham began snickering. In actuality, he wasn't a miner. He was a sadistic killer who poisoned his victims. He was also the real leader of The Desert Bandits. He whistled, catching the attention of his soldiers.

" I am surprised your still alive Damian." " These other tarts are dead. The other miners died from suffocation, blood loss, and because of the lethal poison." You will pay for this!" " Believe me!" Graham began laughing. Deal with him." The bandits began beating Damian even though he was on the verge of death. Suddenly he overcame the pain, overpowering the desert bandits. He grabbed a bandit by the neck, ripping out his adam's apple' splattering blood everywhere. He snapped a bandit's neck, and drove his fist through another bandit's chest, ripping his heart, crushing like a slice of watermelon. Loud screams echoed through the cave. As Damian ran into the ruins, he was shot in the neck by Gonzalo, who had a serious expression on his face.