The Ultimate Host

In the newly built airship that was built for Cross and his friends and family...

The airship was running low on fuel. Cross decided he was going to refill it. Cross walked into the spacious storage room picking up a gallon fill with gasoline. Cross sighed, touching his forehead which was wrapped in bandages. He never told anyone about his encounter with a royal elf. He walked into the engine room, placing the gallon of gasoline on the iron ground. As Cross was about to refill the tank, he noticed a red spiral button. The red spiral button was fire a vent that would cool down the air filters inside the tank. Cross pressed the red button. Nothing happened. He was confused. Something was stuck in the air filter vent. He went to inspect the problem. After 3 minutes he found a tube c.o.c.ked in between the fans. He ripped the tube and pressed the red button, activating the fans again. He poured the gasoline in the tank and closed it tight, tossing the empty hard plastic container. He picked the metal tube off the ground popping it open. A thick scroll dropped in his hands. He opened the huge scroll and read the information. The doc.u.ment belonged to the Elven Kingdom.

The doc.u.ment concealed information about Abolishing Slavery. He knew this doc.u.ment who cause trouble to anyone who laid their hands on it. As Cross placed the scroll back inside the metal tube, something drop in the hangar where the smaller airsh.i.p.s were kept. As he walked towards the hangar, he could feel that the temperature had drastically risen. He slowly turned the wheel on the door, opening it to its fullest. He saw 5 elves.

A square was cut in the wall. Cross instantly knew that's they came in. The elves were dressed in high tech suits. The suits they wore could withstand any type of damage, any type of temperature, they could go to the depths of the ocean, the heights of the sky, and much more. The elves were equipped with plasma submachine guns that could released 200 plasma rounds in less than 2 minutes. Grenades, smoke bombs, uvi light bombs, and plasma swords. As the elfs saw Cross, they instantly began opening rapid fire. Cross ripped the hangar door off the hinges, using it at a shield. As they commenced to reload, Cross heaved the hangar door at one of the elf's. The elf quickly pulled out his plasma sword, slicing the hangar door in half as if it was stick of butter. One of the elves that was much bigger than the other's decide to challenge Cross without using any weapons except his fists and feet. Cross sucked his teeth.

" I suggest each of you leave this ship before you get seriously hurt." I'm telling you this for your own good." The elf removed his high tech mask. He had a smile on his face. The elf had no hair. He was blind in one eye. " We are only here for one thing." " To search the engine room for a valuable scroll." It will be very nice if you cooperate. No blood will be spilled. Cross took a deep breath, starting to crack every bone in his body. " No one is getting through this hangar without going through me." The elf began shaking his head in disappointment. " So be it. Cross instantly fired a punch into the elf's face, breaking his bottom jaw with ease. The elf began laughing. The elf grabbed Cross by the neck, tossing him through 6 hard walls made of iron. The elf took a syringe filled with a strange type of drug from one of his fellow cormades, injecting it in his neck. His jaw quickly healed by its self. Cross landed in the storage room. The reason no one heard all the commotion because the storage room, engine room, and hangar was at the bottom floor. The bottom floor and top floor was sealed and cut off from a giant door that blocked out everything, even out of the loudest sounds.

Cross crashed into the storage room. A gallon of gasoline leaked on his head. Cross hopped to his feet , wiping the irritating gasoline away from his face and newly fresh cut hair. He unwrapped the bloody bandages from around his head, tossing him to the side. As he stepped out of the storage room, a elf threw a plasma dagger in his neck, beginning to laugh like a maniac.