Disclaimer: The characters of 'South Park' were created, and are owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

A Revised Tale: I recently re-read this story and found spelling and grammar errors that didn't noticed the last time. However, there's still a chance I might not found all of them. I also thought of other things I could change/add to this story.

If you are new to this story, hope you will enjoy it. If you are re-reading this, hope you get to enjoy some of the additions I put into the story, including some new chapters. As usual, I'm looking forward to reading your reviews, thank you.

Summary: After just turning ten years old, Kenny has been having scary nightmares. The Cult of Cthulhu tracks him down in order to re-connection to him to the 'Old Ones' of R'lyeh. Will Kenny's nightmares comes true? Will the evil he was created with cause him to be overcome with madness? (Revised, 2019)

A Demonic Demigod named Kenny

~ Teaser ~

A silver Nissan Versa Sedan pulls up to the side of a dirt road high in the mountains of Colorado. Moments later, a woman steps out of her car. She grabs her brief case before heading towards a secured gate with four armed military officers standing guard. As she saunters over to them, she could not help but to notice the foggy mist at her feet, and a strange purple-black cloud formation in the sky. A swirling purple haze floats just above the mountains. It made what should be a sunny afternoon dark as night. This was something she has been noticing as she drove up the hill, and yet she really didn't think about how strange this phenomenon is, until now.

Just as the woman arrives at the gate, a jeep drives up on the other side. The general in the passenger side, steps out to walk briskly up to the gate. Right away, the woman presents her ID to him.

Two of the guards open the gate after inspecting the ID. The woman thanks them before heading up to the general.

"Dr. Nora Lange? Welcome to the Cheyenne Mountain nuclear bunker." The man spoke in clear voice as he shakes her hand. "I am General Petraeus. We spoke on the phone."

"Ah, yes. General Petraeus it is an honor that you asked me on this important assignment." The doctor nodded.

"Well, I admit a form of higher power recommended your assistants. I, myself, have doubts your help will do any good." The general let out a defeated sigh.

"Don't you think it is too soon to make assumptions like that?" Dr. Lange inquired. "I have counselled a number of the worst hardened criminals in America - with much success I may add."

"Well, we will see, won't we?" Petraeus stated simply. He spun on his heels and take a step towards the jeep. "Come Doctor..."

Dr. Lange follows the general, and hops into the back seat of the jeep as the general once again sits in the front passenger side. The young corporal behind the wheel turns the vehicle, and drives it up the road towards a tunnel opening.

"General, if you don't mind my asking; why have you chosen this bunker as a prison?" The psychiatrist wondered.

The general rotates in his seat so he could face the doctor. He looks at her in a very serious manner.

"Because," he started. "We needed a place that is away from civilization, and has the best secured structure that could contain this prisoner."

"I'm sorry," Lange coughed out a laugh. "All of this for just one person?"

"No ma'am," the general shook his head. "All of this for a demonic demigod. I'm sure you've noticed the strange weather outside?"

Dr. Lange leaned back in her seat. Could this be true? She slowly nodded to the general, "Yes, I have."

"That is all caused by him, and he isn't even conscious right now." The general added.

The doctor let out a shaky breath as she allowed this information sink in.

They continued to drive for another ten minutes deeper into the mountain, until finally they reached a large sealed metal door. The doctor watched as the general pulled out a key card. He slides it into a slot just above a number pad. General Petraeus punched a code on the pad. A loud buzz rang before the large door part ways to slide open. The general re-claims his key card before they continue to drive through.

As they came to an official stop, a young corporal stood by the jeep as it parks.

The young man straightened his posture and salutes the general as he steps out. "Sir," he said.

"Corporal, as you were." The general said in replied salute before leading the doctor down the hall.

Dr. Lange observed carefully as they walked through the bunker's command center. The doctor counts at least twenty people working in the room. Something caught her attention, and she had to do a double take. In the back of the room she could see spinning orange, yellow, and white vortex of energy in a blue and silver glass cased machine that is connected to a large computer.

The iconic being is seen talking to a few of the solders and what appears to be Buddha and Krishna standing beside them.

"Is that…" Lange trails off, pointing to the religious icon.

"Yes Doctor that is Moses, Buddha, and Krishna." The general responded with a nod. "The other Super Best Friends all helped take down this creature."

"Whoa," was all she could say.

They walk further down the corridor until reaching another thick door. Two armed guards stood on either side of it. Again, the general pulls out his key card and punched in a code. As soon as the door opens, the general lead the doctor inside. The room is large with fifteen armed soldiers spread out along from one end of the room to the other, all of them facing a glass wall.

Across from the glass wall is a large control panel with a monitor that fits from a top of the panel up to the ceiling. The monitor has images nine different angles of a dark figure of what appeared to be a small person pinned down in darkness. Standing in front of the monitor are three more members of the Super Best Friends, Jesus, Joseph Smith, and Lao Tse.

"I don't believe it," Lange whispered.

"Dr. Lange, you know Jesus and the rest of Super Friends? They have agreed to stay to keep guard while we have this monster contained." The general explained. "It is thanks to them we have this creature contained now."

"Well, there was some assistance in distracting the prisoner before we were able to apprehend him." Jesus admitted to the general and doctor.

"I see," Lange hummed in thought.

"Over here, Doctor," General Petraeus instructed the woman to follow him across the room and points to a thick bulletproof glass wall. Doctor Lange steps up and leans in closer to the glass in order to get a better look in the dimly lit area on the other side.

The Doctor's jaw drops when she sees the small person tied up in specially designed black straightjacket with thick chains latched from the walls, ceiling, and floor.

"Doctor, this is prisoner 32292*." The general announced.

The tied prisoner let out a small groan before lifting his head slowly to look up at his visitors. Some of the dim light touched his hair, showing it to be a golden blond color. Even though most of his face remained in the shadows, his bright blue eyes shown vibrantly under the strands of his hair.

"Oh my god - h-he's just a child." Dr. Lange exclaimed in shock.

"That is not just a child!" The general spat. "It is a deadly creature, bent on destruction, and designed for pure evil!"

"Oh come now, you expect me to believe that this boy is as dangerous as you claim?" The Doctor asked in horror.

"You don't understand, he is a demonic demigod from another dimension." Jesus steps up to explain.

"Yes, I have been informed of that, but I still am having a tough time believing it." Lange shook her head.

"Believe me doctor," the general growls. "That creature took down the US army, and the Canadian army. Upon doing that, he destroyed most of a small town here in Colorado. All of that went down in a matter of days. Trust me when I say he needs to be in lock up and kept away from civilization. If we were not able to bring him down when we did, by now he might have moved on across America - then the rest of the world in his destructive wake!" His voice sounded sour with hint of dislike towards the chained child.

Lange did not say anything. She simply turned to the general with surprise written on her face.

"Are you still interested in taking this job?" The general raised his eyebrow curiously at her to see how she might answer.

Again, the Doctor silently turned back to the young prisoner. She notices how he never stopped starring at her. Just by looking into his shining blue orbs, she was able to see the boy has been battling with many emotions, including fear. She begins to sympathize with the child. With a nod, the doctor turns back to Jesus and the General.

"I am," she stated firmly.

"In that case, let me show you the lunch room." The general nodded, leading her out of the room.

The boy continues to watch the doctor leave with the general. His eyes shift to Jesus, as the Spiritual man calmly walks up to the glass wall.

"If there is still any humanity left in you, let's just pray to my father she can help you find it." The son of God told him.

Without saying a word, the boy sighed deeply and lowered his head towards the floor.

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* There is a bit of trivia with the prisoner's number...see if any of you can guess what the number stands for.

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Chapter 1 - Nightmare

Two Weeks Ago...

All is quiet in the small town of South Park. Everyone is in his or her homes tucked safely in their beds - or so it seems. However, something dark hovers over the streets – giving it a doom and gloom ambience. A sudden crash echoes down an ally, and a young boy dressed in an orange parka come running out. His feet land hard on the pavement below him as he attempts to get away from his pursuer. The young child turns his head to look over his shoulder. From what he could tell, no one is following him.

Without warning, Kenny stumbles over some debris on the ground and lands on his hands and knees. A dark voice rumbles in the air that sends chills down the boy's neck.

"You cannot run. I will catch up to you."

"No!" Kenny cried out in desperation.

He staggers as he gets back up to his feet. Not about to waste a single moment, Kenny runs as fast as he can down the street. Again, he stops in his tracks once he is face to face with his own reflection.

A mirror just happens to be standing in the middle of the street. Kenny is relieved he only ran into himself. That's until his reflection begins moving in a matter, which he did not.

The orange clad boy in the mirror lifts his hands up to his hood. He pulls it back to reveal his messy golden blond hair. Kenny is able to see that the boy resembled him in every way, except for the evil glint in his eyes and a wicked grin on his face. Kenny watches in horror as the boy in the mirror looks back at him, and let out an eerie chuckle as his eyes glowed brighter than the stars.

"There is no escape from me!" The boy howled with glee. "Our Masters beckon us to their cause!"

"NO!" Kenny cowered away, refusing to believe his reflection.

"You will DIE for them!" The boy crowed. He lifts his hands up in the air. By doing so, the streets and buildings around him start to crumble.

Kenny was powerless to prevent a wall from landing on top of him. Everything went black in an instance.

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Kenny sits up in his bed with a jolt, screaming at the top of his lungs. Tears stream down his cheeks. His cries muffled through his orange hooded parka. Though his parka is wrapped tightly around his head and mouth, his cries are still loud enough to reach through the paper-thin walls of his house.

The blond boy jumps with a yelp when the door is flung open suddenly, and his parents barging in. His father flips the light switch on, revealing the worried looks on both of their faces. Stuart McCormick and his wife, Carol, rush up to the bed as fast as they could.

"Baby, what's wrong?" His mother asked, while pulling her distressed son close to her in a hug.

Unable to respond, Kenny just choked and coughed between his sobs. His whole body shook violently in his mother's hold. Carol looks over to her husband with worry. Stuart could do nothing but stand by them and watch as his wife cradled their son.

"Kenny?" The man finally spoke. Stuart sat at the edge of the bed and places his hand on his trembling son's back. "Talk to us, boy. What's gotten you so upset?"

The troubled boy sniffled back some of his tears. He rubbed as much as he could from his eyes before looking up at his parents.

"Wh-what am I?" The young boy stuttered.

Stuart and his wife, not prepared for his question, they look at each other with their mouths hung open. Finally, Carol lifted Kenny's chin so he was looking right at her.

"Kenny, you're our baby boy." She explained

Kenny shook his head from side to side, disagreeing with the redheaded woman.

"No," He hiccupped. "What. Am. I." The blond boy stressed. "I'm obviously not normal. What other child do you know that does not die?"

Again, both parents are speechless. They literally have no honest reply for him.

"We don't know what you mean, Kenny." Stuart shrugged.

"Don't say that!" Kenny spat angrily. "I know that you know!" He coughed out a sob before continuing. "I heard you a few nights ago... You guys argued on how many times I came back after I had died."

"Kenny I," Carol paused as she attempts to suppress her own tears, unsuccessfully. "To be honest, baby, we don't know. You just came to us ten years ago, and since then you were and always will be our special boy."

The young boy leans into his mom's embrace as he slowly begins to calm down. He knows that his parents are telling him the truth, and there is no reason to get mad at them for that.

"Am I evil?" Kenny suddenly asked in a whisper.

Again, this causes both Carol and Stuart to stare at him in shock.

"Wh-what makes you ask such a question? Of course you are not evil." His mother ensures him.

"You're absolutely certain of that?" Kenny asks in a low voice as his eye lids started to feel heavy.

"Hush now, Kenny." Carol instructed calmly, as she tenderly stroked her boy's head. "We love you, ok. That's all you need to know. Now get back sleep. You've got school in the mornin'."

A good fifteen minutes have passed before Kenny officially falls back to sleep. Carol carefully eases his head down on his pillow as Stuart tucks him in under his single green blanket. Before they leave the room, Carol turns off the light, and Stuart closes the door.

On their way back to their room, the two of them quickly check on their other children Kevin and Karen. Both were sound asleep. It is difficult to say if they had woken up during Kenny's screaming though.

The moment they enter their room Stuart and Carol sits down on the edge of their respective sides of the bed, staring down at the dirty worn out rug.

"You know he's been screaming like that almost every night since his birthday last weekend." Stuart pointed out in a tired voice.

"I know," Carol nodded in agreement.

"How much longer is he going to have these stupid nightmares?" The man complained.

"I don't know," the redheaded woman shook her head. "Guess we are just goin' to have to be patient with him."

"Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we didn't go to that meetin'?" Stuart wondered out loud.

Carol started to chock back a sob. "I can't imagine not having our sweet little angel boy, Stuart. No matter how hard this is, I just can't."

This time Stuart has to sniffle back his own tears. "Me neither…"