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