The crazy punishing superhero detective Fingerling walked down the dank dusty hallways of Cancerhead, The Jigsaw Killer, his warehouse castle; a warehouse castle, full of traps, the warehouse castle of doom. He was a man. He was a man in search of the truth. The truth about the number 23, a number that seemed to dog him like the dogs that dogged him in his day-walker life as a dogcatcher. Who was the mysterious Baron Latos, who was like the wizard of Oz that everyone spoke about but nobody ever saw? Was he a huge green head? Was he a man behind a cur tan? Nobody knew except for the man he was about to see. Fingerling had given up everything to come this far. He had killed his own son, and a lot of other people. Soon he would know the truth, the truth about everything. He lowered his very noir fedora like he was a man on a mission, like he was a private dick looking for a hole he could peep through with his keen eye and squirt out the juice on some wrongdoers' capers. His The Crow makeup completed the ensemble and made him look extreme. He finally arrived at Cancerhead's keep, and ran at the door so he could karate-kick it open

"CAAAAAAAAAABLE GUUUUUUUUUUUYY!!!!" he announced himself as he barrel rolled straight into the den of the heart of the beast. Cancerhead stood seated on his wheelchair throne surrounded by the glowing red lights of his imposing stained glass windows, he was on the top floor of the highest tower in the warehouse castle, the control center for his gigantic warehouse of torture where he killed so many people to test their will to live, because this is what his motivations were, that's his mythos, he wanted people to appreciate not having cancer.

Cancerhead sat robed in a very evil looking bathrobe with a hood on it, he looked every bit the crazy serial killer. "Tell me, Fingerling," he said in his soft and gentle vocie that was weak cause he had cancer in every part of his body, "are we not the same? We are both crazy serial killers though technically I have never killed anyone I've just put them in my warehouse full of traps and told them 'If you appreciate not having cancer you'll rip out your own eyeballs and get a key in two pieces from them and then open a door before the room explodes into flames also you have to do it in 30 seconds GO!' but so few have the will to live... so few appreciate not having cancer... no, Fingerling, I am not a killer... but you are... and this pleases my master..."

But Fingerling wasn't listening. Fingerling was in a punishing mood! So he jumped on top of Cancerhead's desk and then grabbed the guy's head and SMASHED IT INTO THE BACK OF HIS CHAIR. Cancerhead's hood fell off and beneath was a weak white haired old dude (weak because he had cancer) filled with IVs and a breathing face mask. "LISTEN UP YOU WICKED OLD FART, I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR JOLLY LITTLE GAMES, NOW I'M GONNA SLICE UP YOUR EYEBALLS" and he yanked Cancerhead down to the ground and took out his switchblade and then slashed up Cancerhead's eyeball with it. Cancerhead screamed and screamed and screamed as his eyeball burst into blood and water and goop, and Fingerling laughed and laughed, he laughed a horrible toothy laugh as he yanked out Cancerhead's eyeball Uma-Thermon style and fed it into his mouth, then he took out Poison Gas' horrible grey bloodless head and held it up to Cancerhead's cancerous head and screamed at him, "KISS IT! KISS IT!" and Cancerhead kissed Poison Gas straight on the lips. "OH NO!" Cancerhead hissed out softly, "Poison Gas has poisonous skin, I forgot!"

"That's right, and now before you die you're gonna tell me all about Baron Latos! But before that, Cancerhead the Jigsaw Killer, what's your name?"

"What?"

"I'm not a Fingerling, and you're not a Jigsaw. We're men. With names."

"John."

"John, huh?" Fingerling struck a match and lit a cigarette. He looked badass like a noir detective who'd had enough and had been sent over the edge. "Nice knowing you, John."

And then he took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed the lit end against Cancerhead's other eyeball, burning it out. Fingerling lifted Cancerhead up and then punched him in the face sending blood and shit flying all over. Then he kicked him in the nuts and burst his ballsac. The balls went tumbling down Cancerhead's legs and out from under his robes. "Oh, Fingerling, you fool! You don't understand! This pain, it's nothing compared to the pain of HAVING CANCER! But if you kill me, you'll never know about Baron Latos! He is a great man. It is through his teachings that I have been able to sustain myself with the blood of my victims, he can help you hone your skills as well... if only you understood the power he grants...YOU DUMMY!"

Cancerhead began to choke though cause of the poison he'd eaten when he kissed Poison Gas. He felt like he was burning up inside, like his insides were turning into goop, because that's what was happening inside him, his insides were turning into goop! He gargled horribly and staggered around "Finally!" he screamed at the top of his cancerous and goopy lungs, which was very quietly really because his lungs were full of cancer and turning to goop, "I feel a pain worse than the pain of having cancer! I feel---COMPLETE!"

"Complete this" quipped Fingerling as he rushed forward and tore off Cancerhead's Jawbone, making his mouth erupt in a fountain of blood as he quivered and fell to the floor and turned into a hissing and smoky pile of manure.

Fingerling scoffed "hmph" and then threw a few dollar bills on Cancerhead's dead body. As he walked away, he could hear the whirring and beeping of Cancerhead's now-useless machinery that kept him alive in that room for so long...

in the dark recesses of the room, Larry Talbot stood in hiding with a wolfish sneer on his face... "this Fingerling is really nutso!" he spat, "he wanted to know where Baron Latos is so bad, but now it's like he doesn't even care! Does the Baron really know what he's doing getting this guy involved with our stuff? I have to figure out some way of getting Fingerling and bringing him to the Baron... but this will take time..."

Outside the warehouse castle, Fingerling looked at the sunset with a cruel and uncaring stare. Tomorrow was another day. Everything connected ot the number 23 somehow, and some day he would figure out just how... no matter that Cancerhead couldn't show him the way anymore... if the number 23 was so prevalent, it would find him. He lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, then walked away in slow motion. Behind him, the castle exploded.