The Lucky Finger Man

Cross woke up in a nasty cell with his hands chained by chains that were attached to the wall. His face was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. He also had been stripped naked. The chains around him weren't regular steel chains. These chains were made from a rare type of metal called bloodstone, one of the hardest metals the world has ever seemed. No one could break Redstone. Not even the strongest of men. You had to use bloodstone to cut bloodstone. Cross started looking around the cell. He learned that he wasn't alone. In the corner of the cell next to the nasty toilet laid a dirty old man with long white locks he had his back pressed up against the wall. This old man had to be at least in his 60's. Cross and the old man made eye contact. The old man was the first one to talk. So tell me." What's in for?" Cross didn't hesitate to answer. He did this because he knew he would be in this nasty cell for a long time. Breaking and entering." What did you do?" The old man chuckled.

Nothing." I'm just a slave who didn't do as his master told him. Because I refused they tossed me in her." How long have you been in here?" asked Cross. The old man raised his eyebrow. Counting today?" Yes." said Cross. 30 years 5 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, and 1 hour to be exact." Tch." Must be tough." Do you ever think they'll let you go?" The old man burst out with laughter. Are you kidding me?!" Not in a million years!" I refuse to listen to some punk kid!" Cross started shaking his head. What's your name?" The old man spat a loogie to the side and said his name. " My name is Edmund Gate, also known as The Lucky Finger," Cross said his name. " The name's Cross Rodriguez, also known as The Ultimate Host. I would shake your hand if I could burst out of these chains." But for some reason, I can't." What are these chains made from." Edmund stood on his feet and sat on the toilet lid. Redstone." Redstone?" said Cross confusedly. Oh." You must not be from around here." said Edmund.'

Tch." You've got that right." Well, I'll explain to you what bloodstone is." It isn't like I'm going anywhere." Bloodstone is made from the blood and bone marrow of dragons. Not too many people know this, but I know the truth about bloodstone. " "They think it's just called bloodstone because of the color." Bloodstone is one of those metals that are impossible to break." Cross sighed. Thank's for the explaining." I want to know something." asked Edmund. " What?" How did you get in here?" How did you get past those giant walls without being caught?" A slave named Carter helped me." Carter?" Ha!" That snake?!" Everyone knows not to hang around him." He's big trouble."

As Edmund was about to go on, they both suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Edmund came off the toilet lid and went by the wall. Cross was confused. " Who's that?" The chef." It's dinnertime." The chef kicked open the door of the cell, holding 2 plastic bowls, and a huge pot filled with rice and goat. The chef wore a dirty white chef hat, a dirty white shirt, a greasy apron, black pants, and black shoes. The chef resembled a humanoid pig. The pig chef approached the front of the cell with a huge smile on his face." Come on get it!" It's dinner time!" I hope you like it!" It's my most prized dish!"

Brown rice with mountain goat smothered with gravy!" Edmund approached the front of the cell and watched the pig chef in disgust. Finally." You've cooked a meal without me having to pick out the maggots." The pig chef chuckled. Today is Friendly Friday!" I always cook something special!" You should know this." You have been here before I accepted the job as the chef." Edmund rolled his eyes. He placed the 2 bowls outside of the bars so the pig chef could put the rice and smothered goat meat into the bowls. There and there!" I also have some dessert for the 2 of you!"

Edmund raised his eyebrow and asked: You've never given me dessert." What's going on?" The pig chef smiled. " I've gotten a promotion!" I am now Sous Chef!" So this will be my last time serving you!" Edmund sucked his teeth." Congrats." Will you bring us something to drink or then dirty water?" Yes, I will!" I have some freshly squeezed lemonade in a pitcher coming right up!" The pig chef stormed out of the cell and slammed the door behind his back. Edmund was confused. Usually, the pig chef served nasty food and had a nasty attuide." Whatever." Edmund looked at Cross and asked: You want your food?" Cross shook his head." No, I'm not hungry." You can go ahead. Cross never ate food from suspicious people. Edmund quickly devoured the 2 bowls of brown rice and smothered goat meat in less than a minute with choking. He wiped his mouth and dirty rag of shirt and burped.

As Cross and Edmund waited for the pig chef, they could hear the distant noises of arguing. Suddnely the pig chef was kicked through the door as a pie came flying out of his hands. The pig chef's face was covered in blood. He had been beaten up by a guard. What the fuck are you doing feeding these dogs good food?" You are to feed them what you were hired to make!" The pig chef stood on his feet and slowly walked away as he clutched his ribs. The guard walked towards the bars. Cross had to say something. Don't you think that was a little harsh?" The guard couldn't believe his ears. " Who the hell do you think you are?!" You better shut up before I come in there and beat your fucking ass!" Cross chuckled. " I'll love to see your try." The guard paused a good 2 minutes before putting his baton away. Before he left the cell, he stomped on the cherry pie meant for them to eat as dessert.