logan lies underwater, watching as the robotic arms descend toward him. the needles begin to spin at high speed, like massive power drills. they churn the water when they enter. close on logan's eyes as the needles enter his body. the man has suffered gunshots and knife wounds, car crashes and bottles smashed across his face. he has never suffered this. he closes his eyes.
logan writhes in the tank. twelve long needles have drilled into his bones, including his skull.
logan spasms in the tank like a man being electrocuted.
logan thrashes in the tank, his convulsions increasingly violent, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. the water in the tank begins to steam. the reel of blood-stained images from logan's past continues. a bull-necked man beats the feral boy with an axe handle.
logan writhes in the tank, muscles coiling and uncoiling. the montage of nightmares continues, snapshots from hell. the feral boy sits alone in the back of a school. bus. while the other children talk and laugh, he cuts his thumb with a pocket knife and watches the wound heal.
logan slashes through the locks of the steel-reinforced theater door. he charges out of the room.