What else?

Marcus thought he already had problems! He had two more; Rufus and the machine!

Seemingly undead, Rufus was upon him, lifting Marcus bodily from the bloodied chair. Marcus’s instinct was to hold the electrodes fast to what his head had become.

Meanwhile, as Rufus picked up Marcus he shook his own electrodes off with a brisk twist of the head. This may have saved Marcus at that point when the boy was about to pulverise him. Instead, Rufus’s neck locked mid-twist and Marcus was dropped instantly, still clutching his electrodes for grim death.

But death would indeed be grim.