So Close

The Phantom moves 'cross rooftops now
As panic riles below
The death of cops was projected to all
They thought themselves unguarded

But from the dust the Flight rises
Projected from the middle
HIs voice made big for all to hear
Attention turns to him

All the city's protectors are gone
Destroyed by just one man
Now he'd come to take their place
They'd give him their respect

But in his speech the smoke rises
Pervading everywhere
The Phantom man tackles the Flight
A second fight ensues

The Flight rises with blades so thick
And dives to take his foe
All the blinded people hear
Are shouts and desperate screams

And through it all the clock still ticks
Bringing nearer death
The Flight has one more foe to kill
And then he'd meet his goal.


Next Week: Evil vs. Good

Hurry

Good luck trying to understand this one. I changed my mind about three times while writing it.

With one last blow the Flight slips free
Vanishing in the blaze
A split decision must be made
Which end are they fighting for

The death of friends and destruction of Flight
Or the life of them for his conquer
The Composer still holds the curing leaves
But both must make it work

In silence soon they must agree
Which path they'd race to take
Through threats of life and death they find
A lab to help them build

A merciful act from a Flight ally
Who knows what they seek
The Composer stays to save the cops
The Phantom'll face his foe

But as rushing feet continue on
They meet a muddled haze
Curing leaves slip into fire
And burn their one last hope

The determined woman won't lose hope
She searches all the room
There must be something left to help
She couldn't let them die.


Next Week: So Close

Infection

The head of them won't listen to
The warnings of a low cop
He says no evidence has he
The friend is threatened out

Surrounding cops are nervous now
Of maybe threats unheeded
The friend urges them to be prepared
But things do fall too late

A traitor cop traps all inside
And runs so fast away
A countdown done, gas air fills the room
Infiltrates their lungs

Gasping, dying, all the cops
Are filled with poison deep
On film for all the people to see
The Flight's official blow.


Next Week: Hurry

Too Late

The Phantom and Composer lunge
Trapping in the Flight
He ducks and kicks at parries and blows
Fire fills the room

Even when some guards arrived
The blaze did block their way
The fight alone had to be fought
No more intrusions here

In bursts of smoke more fire rose
Tossing, burning all
Weapons thrown and yells abound
Light blood did stain the ground

When at last the Flight was trapped beneath
The Phantom's steely grip
He cackled loud unnerving them
A beeping filled the room

"Too late." He hissed. "Infections start."
No cure had they with them
Long old friends would burn inside
No rescue to be made.


Next Week: Infection

Confrontatin

Not long had he walked when the lights flickered on
Revealing a large empty room
The Flight stood alone guarding his prey
The bound and gagged Composer

The Phantom glared and faced the man
Prepared for anything
The Flight just smiles and opens his arms
And welcomes him again

Next thing he knew a small explosion
Threw him to the side
He used his leg to catch himself
And barely hit the wall

Another goes off so near
Again, again, again
Until the man has learned to stand
Amidst the Flight's cruel cackles

A tranquilizer gun he holds
Filled no doubt with drugs
He point it straight at the Phantom's head
A test now to be made

But one masked face meets the other
The Composer's sliding free
In just a moment they could fight again
But the Phantom was uncertain

Even so he ducked and dove
Toppling with the Flight
A knife he pulls and frees the girl
They'll both face him this time.


Next Week: Too Late

Ignore

An address the voice had shouted out
One the Phantom needed now
He wonders at the foreign voice
But pushes it aside.

As he prepares the friend still warns
This could be a trap
The Phantom still could be a target
But he's not worried yet

He leaves his friend to warn the cops
And races for the address
The Flight it seemed was undaunted
For his voice did boom about

The same old words he told the people
Of definite death at noon
The PHantom feels the panic rise
But hurtles his way through it

More then once some mobs attacked
Of angry protest people
They said that he was failing them
But he escaped them barely scathed

Near the address more guards did wait
Time to test out his leg
He kicked and punched and threw sparking armor
Until his path was clear

Now into a pitch black building
The Phantom finds himself
Utter silence fills the air
The Phantom dares to walk


Next Week: Confrontation

Choices

The Phantom's work is closing up
Both the leg and plotting too
On two people would the Flight want revenge
The Phantom and the cops

The question still was who he'd strike
Few questions had been answered
But soon it wouldn't matter for
The Flight would fill them in

Again the radio crackled on
A cackling voice intrudes
The Flight now speaks to the Phantom only
No others would overhear

He asks if he has seen the news
All the angry people
The massive deaths has reached their ears
They blame it on the Phantom

He offers him a second chance
If a very slim one
the Phantom can now step aside
End his days dishonor

But if that's not accepted a second choice
the Flight is offering
Dare to try to save his cops
For at noon they all would die

But then a shout roars on the mic
The Flight's growls now for silence
The Phantom fixes his fresh leg on
And readies for a mission.


Next Week: Ignore

Kidnap

Through a desecrated camp she slithered through
The home that she'd escaped
She searched around for the yellow leaf
That surrounded the Devil's Demon

In frustration she urged her mind to think
Remember all she could
Once the Flight's own garden had been . . .
Blast it! Over there!

She spots the treasure and leaps for it
Collecting all she could
A lighter chuckle breaks the quiet
Just behind her back

She quickly stands holding the leaves
And stuffs them in a pocket
The Flight watches, waiting too
A hoard of men with him

Again the asks for his pupil's return
But her choice has been made
He sneers and speaks again of lies
The lies that taint her past

He cackles of her mother the whore
And a barely honorable father
She'd been destroyed for selling herself
To the spawn of worthless men

The woman doesn't stir for the Flight doesn't know
She already knows this tale
Enraged by her lacking use
The Flight's men then descend.


Next Week: Choices

Building and Brainstorming

The Phantom welds and bends and builds
Balanced on one limb
A robot leg he'll build himself
While research the fowl poison

When at last his friend finally called
He'd already found
The Devil's Demon poison plant
The friend still filled him in

He said the girl was going to
Fetch a plant to cure
The Phantom cursed that she went alone
And couldn't help her quest

Until then though the friend and he
Would find their enemies target
Where would he hit, how and when?
Unravel all his plan

In heated talk they worked and spoke
The Phantom now most anxious
He welds and bends and builds his leg
As the Composer makes her way.


Next Week: Kidnap

A Desperate Plan

She leans forward now an idea springing
A hopeless, desperate plot
If she could find a plant to cure
Could someone, anyone make it

Of course, the Phantom was more than a hero
But where could it be found?
Somewhere she hoped was long deserted
But hopeful nonetheless

She leaves then quick without a word
A plan then to fulfill
Her heart was racing her palms were sweaty
But run alone she did.


Next Week: Building and Brainstorming

Collaboration

The friend's in late at his office now
On call with trusted doctor
The Phantom's refusing a fake leg to be sent
He'd make one for himself

He hangs up soon and rubs his eyes
He still had work to do
His eyes turn back to his black screen
And see a reflection there

He whirls about to find her there
The one who'd helped his friend
Garbed in white like a fallen angel
She stood so straight and tall

She asked of him what killed the gypsies
He tells her of the poison
He pulled up an email to show her a picture
Of the suspected flowers

She stops and points to one red one
She dubs it Devil's Demon
A special plant bred by her clan
The Flight had liked it much

Long before she'd run away
He'd be working late
With water mixtures he tampered with
But little else she'd seen

Had he found a deadly poison
And infected all the clan?
How much further did he intend to go?
And just how quickly could he?


Next Week: A Desperate Plan

Hurt

She sits and stares around the room
No noise then to be made
No debtor sitting at the breakfast table
Or urging her to train

Alone she was in a house not hers
She felt a gypsy again
But there she could no more return
That home was now buried

She stared at her costume the debtor made
It now was stained in death
Yet it now held the only life
She had left to her

Over and over she heard the Flights words
Of lies and summons back
She saw his grinning face and the
Falling body of debtor

She stood up straight and grabbed the clothes
She'd made this choice already
She'd push and shove with all her might
Until her life was spent.


Next Week: Collaboration

Poison

The news again reminds them both
Of what was now past fights
The woman sits so still and listens
The Phantom just the same

His leg now sinks and swells more
The venom's spreading thin
His homemade cure holds little back
The poison still remains

The friend observes and knows it too
The damage has been done
No time to fined a cure to heal
Action must be made

A trusted doctor's summoned quick
To do the work at home
The leg must go, no other choice
Before it killed him too

For through autopsies done on gypsies dead
They'd found their blood stream tainted
It matched the Phantom's fowled up leg
But spread all through the corpses

Somehow they'd all been filled
With poison to the brim
The Phantom's may be working slower
But work it still was doing.


Next Week: Hurt

Fallen

The debtor's body falls to the ground
The woman's insides freezes
Phantom hisses and jumps to fight
But tumbles by the corpse

A remote type thing the Flight held up
The gypsies all were screaming
The Phantom grabs his enemies leg
And yanks him down with him

Composer joins a bloody fight
Messed and muddled up
Before too long the Flight escaped
Amidst the gypsy bodies

The woman hefts the Phantom up
And heaves him fast away
He calls for cops on hidden phone
Sirens bleed the air

A lone friend meets them soon
To help the moaning man
In silence as she did the best
The woman vanished then

Alone again in a once past home
She pulls away her cloth
Her face now wet she curls to ground
And trembles ever still.


Next Week: Poison

Decision Made

A crowd of men appeared to fight
The debtor ready too
Knives he brandished and sliced about
Backing them away

Phantom and Composer too
Leapt to free the prisoners
The woman fights to side of friend
He grins, critiques her work

Midst music and crowds a howl was made
All eyes turned to Flight
He held the debtor's blade to neck
Another prisoner

He snaps he wants an answer now
Or friend's the first to go
The Phantom looks for a trick to play
He fingers his arm armor

The woman meets the eyes of friends
Frightened gypsy friends
They gaze unseeing in her face
She turns to face the Flight

The Flight holds up five fingers
And starts counting down
The debtor meets her eyes again
And softly shakes his head

The Phantom throws a sparking flash
The countdown is complete
The woman leaps and blocks the flash
The Flight slices through.


Next Week: Fallen