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Here we go! Let's close this Akuma out and get moving on with things!
She didn't understand. She just didn't understand it at all! He was supposed to be here! If the Phantrum was indeed acting out the Phantom of the Opera then he should have been here! Nightingale and Roux Long had wondered all the way down to the basement of the opera house, but the villain was no where in sight. Their surrounding changed to perfectly mimic the scenery that made up the final scene of the famous musical. If it hadn't been for the fact that the dark bird could fly she'd even have had to wade through a lake to get to the small living area she was standing now. Everything was where it should have been except for the most important aspect, the masked villain and his Akuma. "I just don't get it!? There is no way he flew the coop without getting his hands on one of our Miraculouses, Hawk Moth wouldn't let him! In the play, this is where the final scene with the Phantom, Roul and Christine takes place. He couldn't have just up and decided to change a classic could he?", the Crow started ranting picking up a stack of sheet music before tearing them in half. The torn remains of the music floating down to surround her feet discarded. Unfortunately no little black butterfly was released...not that the masked hero expected one to be but it didn't hurt to try just in case Phantrum got sloppy.
No this did not make any sense at all. Nightingale closed her eyes recalling the final scene of the musical to the surface of her thoughts and letting it play. What was she missing? There couldn't be anything she had forgotten or over looked, could there? Surely not. In the final scene Christine was dragged by the Phantom to his lair underneath the opera house with Roul in pursuit of them to rescue her. When the brave young suitor got to the masked lonely man's lair at last, that very masked man tied him to the grate bars and tried to force Christine to make a choice between the pair of them... Nightingale's eyes became emerald saucers. Whipping around the Crow made a dash towards the Dragon, "Roux Long! Get down!", she shouted. The green eyed hero leapt at the red and black male closing her eyes as both of them collapsed into the shallow lake. The next shout that left the teen was caused by her back hitting into what looked like the front of a cell. Her grip tightened on her weapon so she wouldn't drop it into the water. Thick ropes binding her to the grate-like bars, the wind knocked out of her. Footsteps splashed through the water in her direction before coming to a stop next to her.
"You troublesome bird, you figured things out in the last moment.", said Phantrum sneering at the trapped masked teen, "Lucky thing for that dragon but unlucky for you. I'm the one in control here, this is my script and only I decide what will happen! You're going to pay for trying to rewrite my script!"




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