Quietly our scene opens in darkness...plain and simple...

~The feeling...~

Slowly the beats of "Spiders" by System of a Down begins to play...the camera lighting up to reveal a shadowy locker room, focusing upon a bench and it's silhoute figure sitting on it..the deep man's voice over echoing a bit as the words of Serj are heard lightly..

The piercing radiant moon,
The storming of poor June

~The sour stain bitter sweat~

All the life running through her hair,
Approaching guiding light,
Our shallow years in fright,
Dreams are made winding through my head

The room slowly lightens up, it quickly flashes to an image of a bearded man, adorned in a hoodie and jeans, slamming his sledgehammer into slowly rising face painted man..its more so visible now that silhoute and the sledgehammer clad man are one in the same..Logan Treasure.

Through my head,
Before you know, Awake.

~I can almost feel their pain..their tainted pride~

Your lives are open wide,
The V-chip gives them sight,
All the life running through her hair

The silhoute of Logan slowly stands up, turning to face the mirror in his locker... it fades to a shadowy image of the menacing assassin...his grizzly beard and scraggly hair ever so visible...abruptly it fades to image of Logan giving Steve Somers a german suplex

~Pen pushers will no longer stand in my way~

The spiders all in tune,
The evening of the moon

Image of him blinking in the mirror...and cuts to clip of Logan slamming a wooden chair into Summer Kensington's face

~Closure is not my goal~

Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head
Before you know, Awake

Snaps back to Logan staring into the mirror, a grin coming up on his face, a closeup of his fist, clenched tightly around the handle of a sledgehammer, fading to closeup of the hammer, in color it's stained with dried blood. Suddenly it snaps to a picture of him connecting with that hammer to Steve Somer's skull

~But to continue the chase...the wild hunt~

It snaps into a color footage of Logan doing a sunset flip neckbreaker to Jared Blazer and then to Apehead McGhee locked in "Justice For All"

Through my head,
Before you know,
Before you know I will be waiting all awake

Snaps to Logan back in the locker room, standing before a door way with open light, he slowly steps toward it, his attire more visible. A black t-shirt, old jeans and boots, the sledgehammer dangling lightly as his back is shown.

~I never miss my mark, no one is spared.~

Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair.

It suddenly upon those last words snaps to a visual of Logan's highly visible face...staring deep into the camera's soul, his face non too happy...a slowly sinister grin forming upon his face as he speaks aloud, his words clear as crystal, as powerful as fresh gunpowder lit aflame.

"No one..."

Slowly it fades back to an image of Logan Treasure's back, his silhoute as he slowly steps through the door way and into the light, his figure turning into a silhoutee as the camera fades to white...slowly the text summoning upon the screen.

Logan Treasure

~Not even you...~