Spy Guy: Wowz...this it really really old. And pretty pointless. :D hehe...

Warning: Character death!

disclaimer: I don't own Danneh Phantomeh

My clothes hung heavy on my body, weighing me down. Sweat gathered in droplets across my clammy forehead, rolling down into my green eyes.

The burly guard beside me turned his flame red eyes in my direction, nodding his head.

It was my signal.

I had a pact with the king. He would leave Amity Park alone only if I joined his ranks. It was not something I agreed to willingly. I did it for the sake of my friends and family. If I defied the king again, they would be targets.

I refused to let that happen.

In this world of chaos and turmoil, they were all that I had. I would gladly die for them.

So I sold myself to Pariah Dark.

Vlad had been meddling again, and had let the evil king free. Twice as angry as before, Pariah attacked Amity in full force, mowing down everyone in his path to get to me: the half-breed who defeated him before... Except this time, he registered me as a threat. With the absence of the Fright Knight, he needed someone to follow him, and lead his armies into territory he didn't wish to go.

I was the most likely candidate.

He also knew that I was rightfully heir to the ghost zone for defeating him.

No half-breed would be his heir.

I had crawled to him, demanding to know what I could do to save my friends. He had captured them, ripping them away from me, leaving me heart-broken and defeated.

He said that all I had to do to guarantee their safety was serve him.

"Serve me, wretch, and all of Amity Park will be spared."

So I had agreed.

My boots were weighted with thick metal soles, much like the ones the king sported. They pulled down at my legs as I slowly ascended a short flight of stairs, forcing my tired and battered muscles into action.

From his throne, Pariah glared at me, his fanged teeth poking sinisterly from above his dark lips.

"Wretch." He snarled. It seemed that wretch was his "pet" name for me.

"Your majesty." I whispered, kneeling before him. "I am here to serve you."

He still glared at me cruelly, his eyes shadowed and untrusting. In truth, he had no reason to trust me. We both knew that beneath my small frame hid the power to take away his throne. But what he couldn't see was the desperation I had to protect those around me.

It was my ghostly obsession, just as his was having power.

I had to protect the people I cared about.

Pariah held a large metal sword in his hand, and swung it idly in front of my face.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, mocking me.

"Yes." I snapped, closing my eyes. "I'm yours. Finish it."

I cringed as the king whispered a few foreign words, expecting me to repeat them. I did, staring at the ground, my breathing ragged.

"So be it." Pariah chuckled, pulling his massive sword back, pointing the tip straight at my chest.

I groaned loudly as it pierced my heart. The weapon went through my body, ripping my flesh without mercy, sending out a spray of red.

The whole time, the king laughed, even as he pulled the blade from my dying body. I collapsed in a heap at his feet, my flesh forever paying respect to him.

Slowly, my spirit rose from my body, floating a few feet from the ground. I turned my blank eyes to the king, my face dotted in traces of my own blood.

"Your majesty?" I said, bowing. Pariah simply laughed, pointing his sword at me.

"Give yourself a proper burial, and then report back wretch." The king sneered. "We have a world to take."

I nodded, pulling my limp body into my arms, and nodding.

"Of course, sir." I said…as I began to walk away…