The cook was already home so when I walked in and saw a man in the fridge I didn't worry about the new ax hole I just put in his back, unfortunately the entire condiments shelf did and broke with a large shatter of glass and relishes. I left the ax and jumped onto the counter next to the dinning room door. When one of the guys walked in he saw the body, me covered in armor and two .44 magnum revolvers pointed at him.
By the time the second shot was off the entire house was awake and I was halfway up the stairs shooting every dumb bastard who got in my way. I've never been one to spare the ammunition so after four henchmen I was empty and now charging down the hall strangling a guard while using him as a shield before throwing him into another then stepping on both of their skulls on my way to Casatori's room. When I opened the door I was knocked back by two rounds of buckshot in my center mass.
"Take that you fucker!"
I rose to my feet, surprised, but alright. I walked towards him, taking another two rounds of buckshot, this time to the face mask. I grabbed the shotgun and broke in half before picking him up by the neck with one arm.
"Who the fuck are you?" He said.
"I'm a dead man." I said as I pulled off my helmet. Casatori started to hiss what was probably a scream.
"Shhh, no need to worry. I'm fine, now go to sleep...you little bastard."
I stared at Casatori's face for a long while. It was sweet and I was in the moment before a flood of anger poured through me. I still had one more thing to do.
"Now Casatori, I'll prove to you that that fucking Ball of Arms Man is real, when I rip off every one of his fucking arms. Do you hear that? I'm coming for you!"