Well, hi there! This is my first story- that I've posted at least- so please be gentle with me. I'm not really ready for any serious critique.

Anyway, about the story... Ever wondered what Butch's stories would be like if they had a darker touch? Ever wanted more evil Danny? (That's a stupid question... Everyone loves Evil Danny!) Then, this is that type of story. I'm writing a bunch of one-shots based on the 'what if's of DP. (By the way, I'm taking requests for what to write next!)

I guess that's it for the first authors note of my first story... Enjoy! =D

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Danny Phantom? If I did Steve Marmel would've been on the writing team for season three.

Chapter One:

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

I had never really understood that expression.

I had tried time and time again to decipher it; I mean, was it just literal, like 'they're so heavy that they hit the ground hard', or what? I knew it these things never meant what they seemed to.

Well… Not that it mattered now.

I was going to die. So, why exactly, was I spending my last few minutes thinking about a metaphor?

You're probably wondering; 'Why am I going to die?'

Well… The life of a superhero is never easy. Especially when they're a teenager. So, when I stepped into my parents Ghost Portal a few months back, I was signing up for a world of trouble.

I could've always just ignored the abilities I gained; pretended that I wasn't walking trough walls, turning invisible and floating at random moments, or… used my powers for personal gain, but… that wasn't me. I would never do that.

So, I used them for good. Bent over backwards to keep the ghost-infested town of Amity Park safe.

I would die doing that.

I guess there could be worse ways to go, but… I didn't really want to die. I didn't want this stupid exo-skeleton to drain me like a battery.

I didn't want to die, fighting some tyrant Ghost King who seemed to be bent on ruling the world.

I glanced down at the power level.

10%

I had ten percent left.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

I hadn't even gotten the Crown of Fire off him yet! How was I going to beat him before my time ran out?

I charged some of the little remaining power I had left into my hand, and aimed at the Ghost King.

BAM!

I was still terrible at managing my energy, I guess. That had to of dropped it by three percent.

The Ghost King's roar of anger cut off my train of thought. Wait... his crown was missing!

I must've knocked it off with my ecto-energy...

Frantically, I searched around, finally spotting the flaming artifact laying few feet away from Pariah. He hadn't seen it yet.

I lunged towards it, but the King saw his Crown at last. In an effort to stop me, he grabbed onto the leg of the exo-skeleton, but instead of slowing me down, he ripped the left leg off.

I yelped as the suit abruptly lost one of its thrusters and veered to the left. I managed to stop it from ramming me into the wall, but not without a cost.

4%

I was incredibly low on energy. My face was drenched in sweat, and I felt like I was over-heating.

And now, the suit was useless. I couldn't even move it if it was missing a leg…

Slowly, I reached behind me and tried to find the nuero-receptors; the things that were connecting me to the suit in the first place.

With a wince- I was still sore from the multiple beatings I had gotten- I ripped them off, and this time, I choked on a scream.

Being that they were connected to my body; to my nervous system, they hurt like heck to pull out.

I groaned, but managed to pull enough energy from my core to blast the glass dome off the top of the suit.

Crawling out- yes, crawling- I searched around for the Ghost King.

… Where was he?

The crown was still where it had fallen, but… why had he not picked it up? There was no way he'd still be going to get it if I had been out of commission as long as I had.

That's when I noticed the door- or what was left of it. Then, my ears picked up the sounds of a battle.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I turned my head to the side.

All the ghosts who had come with me- Skulker, The Dragon Ghost, Poindexter… They were fighting for their after-lives against Pariah Dark.

They… they must've done it to… to help me… get to the crown?

As my mind slowly processed this, I looked over to the Crown of Fire.

I could grab it… right?

Forcing myself to stand, I stumbled over to it.

I could mentally see that gauge counting down to my death...

Darkness was creeping into the corners of my vision, and I knew, if I passed out now, I wouldn't wake up.

'Sam. Think about Sam. If you die now, you wouldn't get to see her again… She wouldn't get to see you again.'

The next thing I knew, I was kneeled on the ground in front of the artifact of power.

Power… That's what I so desperately needed… Maybe…

With shaking hands, I picked it up.

Strangely, it didn't burn me- it was on fire, after all. In fact, it seemed to warm me to the core.

It was a great feeling. A little bit of the tiredness disappeared. The Crown seemed to beckon me; Put it on, put it on…

So, I did.

The instant I did so, I felt strong again.

… Stronger than I ever was.

A shiver raced down my spine.

Whispers… over and over in my head… Get the ring… Dark, evil, whispers.

A laugh bubbled in my throat. An insane, malevolent chuckle….

That was not my voice.

What… what was going on? For some reason, I couldn't control myself. I stood, and calmly walked over to the battle, hands behind my back; I was watching it like someone would watch a movie.

The laugh came back, this time louder.

The entire group froze. I would've too, if I had been in control. As their attention went to me, I grinned insanely.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" I said, evil smile only growing larger.

Skulker eyed the crown nervously. "The whelp put it on…" I heard him mutter.

Pariah outright glared at me with the intensity of a thousand suns, before throwing off the other ghosts and stomping over to me.

I watched calmly, smirking. This was just what I wanted… 'No...This was not me!'

Somehow, the Crown of Fire had… possessed me… Making me into some evil slave of its.

'You wanted power, did you not?' A dark voice echoed in my head.

This was just like with Freakshow… Only this time, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even resist it.

I was forced to watch on as I lifted my arm, and blasted the most powerful ecto-blast I had seen in my life at Pariah Dark. My usual green energy seemed to be mixed with a blood red.

Pariah was reduced to a weak pile on the ground. I casually walked up and slipped the Ring of Rage off his and onto my own finger.

More and more power flooded into me. A green hue seemed to illuminate everything, signifying that the Crown's acid green fire had flared up.

I was trapped in my own mind. I couldn't control myself… This wasn't like the Freakshow incident at all.

Then, I knew I had done bad things, but all of it was a hazy blur… Now… I knew everything that I did.

It was terrible.

But the worst part was… I had brought this upon myself. I had put the Crown on in the first place, all because it told me too.

I of all people should know that when an inanimate object talks to you, that you shouldn't touch it.

'I had done this… it was my fault… now…now the world was going to pay for it…'

So, what do you think? If you didn't pick it up from the hints through the story, that was in Danny's POV, and this was an alternate ending to 'Reign Storm'. Because that's one of my fave episodes, and evil GhostKing!Danny is really awesome.

*Danny muse appears* You just love to torture me, don't you?

Well, yeah, dude! Consider yourself lucky. I only torture my favorite characters!

*Danny muse rolls eyes*

Well, R&R! And throw me a request for the next one shot while you're at it! ;)