Chapter 7: The Immortal Gift

Kenny backed away as the Cthulhu and the Old Ones came towards him, chanting.

"Stop!" Cthulhu yelled. Kenny stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face white.

"Y-yes?"

"What are you doing here, mortal, in the realm of R'lyeh?"

Kenny blinked. "I-I don't know. I just woke up here a few minutes ago."

Cthulhu scowled. "What do you mean?"

"The last thing I remember was chanting, a knife piercing my chest, and waking up here."

Cthulhu stared at him and turned to the Old Ones. He started whispering something. Kenny didn't quite hear what they were saying, but could hear snippets of "Kenny...chosen one...prophecy...immortal."

He turned back to Kenny. "Kenny McCormick, you are in the sunken city of R'lyeh. I am Cthulhu, the dark god."

Kenny frowned. "How did I get here?"

"You were sacrificed; you're dead."

"Dead? How?"

"The Cult of Cthulhu sacrificed you to me."

"Why?"

"You are the one spoke of in the prophecy-the immortal."

Kenny gulped. "Immortal? I'm not immortal."

"Not yet; you will be."

"How?"

"When you leave R'lyeh and go back to your world, you will be immortal. No mortal can be in R'lyeh; this place has made you immortal."

Kenny looked at Cthulhu. He couldn't believe what he was hearing: that some damn cult sacrificed him to this god, that there was a prophecy about him, and, worst of all, that he was immortal.

He looked Cthulhu in the eye. "How can I get back?"

"I will send you back. You have fulfilled part of the prophecy by freeing me, but not all. I will see you again, Kenny the immortal..."

He waved his hand, and Kenny vanished.