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"You testing my patience, white boy," he says, "now we can either do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way, your call' he says. Logan realizes that he's in no position to refuse or accept as he sees the others cheering their leader on. Regardless of his choice, the outcome will be the same.

'What do I do?' he thinks.

He clearly can't fight all of them off. Hell, he can't even fight a single one of 'em!

'I'm so fucked!' he thinks (literally).

"Can't we work something out?" He asks the skinhead.

"Oh you're the one who's not willing to cooperate" the skinhead accuses, "and I ain't waiting around for your compliance no more. I'm taking the damn thing!" He says as he forces Logan down to his knees with a single downward press on the shoulder. "Now put it in" he orders as he tries to shove it in his mouth. Logan dodges and punches him in the nuts.

He immediately arches down in pain.

"Why you....." The others infuriated, walked up to him. Before he could try to move, a huge right hand landed on his cheekbone. Then they all begin to beat him up, kicking and stomping him as he wheezes for breath and wriggles in pain.

"Beat him up! Break that boy!" The black skinhead orders as he limps crouched, with his hands holding his nuts with care.

As the beating continues, Logan peeps at the steel bars to see if there are any guards around to come to his aid.

'Am I going to die here?' he thinks amidst the kicks, punches, and stomps.

Suddenly, he sees a short figure in a hooded cloak. It almost looks like the Grim Reaper.

'I guess I'm dying already' he thinks as his bloodied mouth etches into a nirvanic smile.

Suddenly......

"Ahhh!" One of the men drops on the floor, causing the others to stop the beating, wondering what could have happened. As they stare at the guy wriggling in pain on the floor......

"Ouchh!" Another yells as he falls on the floor and begins to have a seizure right then and there.

'What is happening?' Logan thinks, with his face swollen and one eye closed shut, as he tries to make sense of what is going on. His vision is blurry and he feels his consciousness waning.

"What the hell's wrong with y'all mo'erfuckers?" The black skinhead asks as he stares at the men dropping to the floor like a couple of dominoes, "Y'all niggas better be trippi......"

'Ssstchkk!' he suddenly feels something pierce his neck, interjecting him.

Reaching for it, he feels something in his neck and yanks it out to take a glance. It's kinda like a needle.

"What in the world...is... the..." He drops down to the floor, unable to coordinate his movements as his limbs and phalanges twitch sporadically.

Meanwhile, Logan's vision is getting even more blurry as he feels his consciousness dwindling. He sees the men dropping on the floor almost in slow motion and his hearing seems to be muffled as a high-pitched noise similar to a poorly tuned mic clouds his hearing, other sounds being heavily overshadowed by the pitch.

'Who...who are you?' he struggles to say in faint mutters as he sees the blurry picture of a short person in a hooded cloak walking up to him before he blacks out.

Many hours later>>>>

In a prison cell, with a single bunk bed. The cell is clean and has a sink and mirror on the wall directly opposite the steel bars enclosing the cell. There is a very small window (way too small for a person to pass) at the corner and humming sounds of a nice melody saturate the air

"Urrghh!" He groans as he wakes up and tries to sit up. Finding it painful, he lays back down, wrapping his hand around his stomach in pain.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my friend" a voice penetrates his ears. It sounds non-threatening and compels Logan to open his eyes (well...eye. Since one of 'em is swollen closed) only to see a little old Asian man beaming a huge smile at him.

"Took you quite a while," he says as Logan continues to stare at him in surprise.

'Where'd he come from?' he thinks, 'and were those other guys at?'

He glances around and soon realizes that he's all alone with this old guy in a different cell (a much better one at that)

"I wasn't able to get much food except this piece of bread," the man says as he walks up to the bed, where Logan is lying, and drops a tray of bread and water on a little stool beside it. Logan remains quiet and still surprised as he tries to wrap his head around what is happening.

"Who are you? And what am I doing in here?" Logan finally musters up the courage to ask.

"Oh pardon me, where are my manners?" He says with a smile, "My name is Xi Fenghuan and I brought you here because the other guys in your previous cell were beating you up" he declares.

'Talk about straight to the point'

"Well beating me was the least of their crimes" Logan mutters.

"I know they tried to rape you," he says, "I was watching the whole time".

"Wait, you were there?" Logan asks, surprised.

"Of course. Who do you think got you out of there?" He asks.

"You?" Logan says, staring at him with brazen incredulity evident on his face, "You beat those guys up?"

"Uhun"

"You expect me to believe that you, a little old man, beat those hulks?" He says.

"Well, you don't need to believe as long as you're okay now," the old man says. While they continue talking.......

"Alright everyone, roll call!!" They hear the warden shout. Loud grumbling sounds can be heard as the door automatically opens and everyone heads out. Names are called, owners answer and the warden moves on to the next in line. The warden soon gets to the old man.