Author's Note: Hi Everyone. Thank you again for your wonderful reviews so far.

Some of you have mentioned that Osiris and Amun-Ra were not evil. Well, to explain why I have written a connection was because of a certain song sung by Nox Arcana. It is a band that I discovered by accident just before I started writing this story. One of their songs, called "Temple of the Black Pharaoh" from the album "Necronomicon" inspired one chapter in particular. You may remember the chant I used in chapter 5, which went:

Nyarlathotep Atem Osiris Set Amun-Ra!
Nyarlathotep Khonsu Osiris Set Amun-Ra!

I researched the information based on this chant, and from some of the information I found on Google was added in the story. With any luck, though, I might be able lessen the confusion, and explain Kenny's background better in this chapter.

Some of you reviewed and explained Nyarlathotep's character... Well, there is good news for those of you that did. I hope you all will be quite pleased with the connections I have written between that god and Kenny.

That been said, I went back to chapter 5 and made a few minor changes in only the first part with the Cult and Kenny in order to make a bit more sense, and relates better to this chapter. It is up to you if you wish to go back to chapter 5 and read the update before continuing onto this one.

Please enjoy chapter 10, and again thank you for your reviews.

Chapter 10 - The Crossroad

~ 1489 BC ~

Waset (widely known as Thebes), Egypt

Most of the buildings in the city were up in flames as the people ran around in chaos, screaming and killing each other in the streets. A young boy with short black hair, dark skin, and dark eyes stood high on a balcony of a pharaoh's temple. He watched the glorious scene that he had caused. It was a moment that would normally please him; however, he appeared as though the screaming from the tortured victims was starting to make him ill.

A noise of laughter caught his attention. The Pharaoh turned his head down onto an open field, just outside of the city wall. Four boys about age 10, all played kick ball. The four of them looked happy and free.

Each of the four boys had a remarkable striking resemblance to Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh, Kyle Brofloski, and Butters Stotch - only their skin were more of a brown color, and their hair was black. Part of the boy on the balcony wondered how they could be enjoying themselves when he had just conquered their town. The other part of him started to wish he could be down there, joining them in their game.

As he focused on the children playing, a man walked happily into the room behind him. The moment he spotted the child, he spoke.

"Ah, Nephren-Ka, there you are. You are late, you know." He said in a very cheery tone.

The pharaoh boy turned to look up at the tall, slim, joyous man. He tilted his head as he recognized him almost instantly. His outer appearance was of the person that led the Cult of Cthulhu back in South Park, Jim McElroy. However, that was not his real name.

"Hello, Nyarlathotep." The boy said.

"Come along, Nephren-Ka you're followers wait for you to continue your reign of terrier and conquest." Nyarlathotep said as he led the child across the room. The young boy stopped for a moment as a thought crossed his mind.

"Did I not already kill you?" He asked, after having a flash memory of the man hanging dead from a tree with other members of the cult.

The man turned and smiled. "You can't kill me completely, young avatar, I will always be connected with you in some form."

"You can't control me anymore," The Egyptian boy insisted as he positioned himself into a T pose. Servants scurried around him, dressing him up in a pharaoh's robe and hat.

"That remains to be seen. You're madness betrays you." Nyarlathotep bowed with a grinned.

"Are my subjects ready?" Nephren-Ka asked one of his servants, doing his best to ignore the shady man.

"Yes young Per-aa. They await your commands." One of the servants groveled

"Good, time to do what I was programmed for." The boy stated, though he had a sad expression on his face. As he was about to take a step towards the balcony, a familiar voice was heard barking.

"Kenny! Kenny James McCormick!" A female with a southern accent yelled behind him.

"Mom," the boy responded with a small smile of relief.

The boy turned, without realizing that his skin color became a lighter shade of pink, and his eyes turned blue. The young pharaoh, now known as Kenny, watched as a redheaded woman about 5"6 wearing a lime-green T-shirt with the phrase 'I'm with stupid' and an arrow pointing right, and dark blue jeans stormed in. She stopped and placed her fists firmly onto her hips. She gave him a scowled look as if he had done something wrong.

"What do you think you're doin' in here?" She asked in a demanding voice.

"I'm just trying to rule the world, mom." Kenny answered.

"Naw-uh, no you ain't! You're gettin' dressed, and ready for school!" She demanded. "I want you educated so you can get yourself a decent job so you won't end up broke and on welfare like your deadbeat father!"

"I heard that, you stupid bitch!" A man hollered from down the hall.

"I wasn't talkin' to you, asshole!" Carol shouted back.

"I dare you to come here and say that!" The man threatened.

"Oh, you would just love that, wouldn't ya?" She responded as she turned to walk down the hall towards the man yelling, Kenny recognized his voice to be the man that raised him, Stuart McCormick.

Kenny stood and smiled, though he was not sure why. He looked around to realize all the servants, and even the man he called Nyarlathotep was gone. When he turned to his left, he saw a mirror. His reflection stared back at him with an innocent expression.

"Are you finally ready to be free?" The child in the mirror asked.

"Yes," Kenny replied with a nod. He took off the Pharaoh hat, revealing his golden wild locks of hair.

He dropped the hat, and realized as it hit the floor, that he was now in his old dirty bedroom of the run down shack he lived in with his poor family in South Park. Kenny took four steps up the closet; he opened the crooked sliding door, and reached for a single article of clothing hanging, an orange parka.

After slipping it on across his back, he zipped it up to his chin, he than reached back to pull up the hood. He tightened it around his head so only his eyes showed. Somehow, he felt secured dressed this way, as if the Old Ones, especially Nyarlathotep, could not find him.

Feeling better, Kenny walked out of the room and down the hall. As he walked by one of the bedrooms, he heard a little girl crying. He stopped to look inside.

"What's wrong, Karen?" Kenny muffled through the hood of his parka.

"I'm scared. My Guardian Angel is not here." She whimpered as she held her raggedy old doll tightly.

Kenny tilted his head to one side; he felt pity towards the young girl. She acted as if she lost someone important in her life.

"Awe, I'm sure he'll come back." He finally said, walking up to her. Kenny patted her on the head to let her know that he cared.

Karen looked up at him with her hazel brown eyes. Like a light bulb been turned on, her eyes lit up with excitement. She reached her tiny arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

"You're here, Guardian Angel! I knew you would come back!" She squealed.

A little confused by her remark, Kenny backed away. Karen started to play happily with her doll as if he was not even in the room. Watching her like that made him smile.

He then continued to walk down the hall. As he did, he passed his older brother, Kevin. The tween boy was tossing a flat ball up in the air and trying to catch it before it landed on the floor. The ball fell awkwardly, which made it a challenge to catch it. Kevin watched as it slipped passed his hands, and land with a flop. He bent over to pick it up, only to toss it back into the air.

"Hey Kenny, wanna play catch with me?" He asked once he noticed his younger brother walking passed him.

"Maybe another time, thanks." Kenny replied as he continued down the hall.

"Um, Kenny," Kevin spoke with a more serious tone.

Kenny stopped and turned to wonder what he was going to say.

"Are ya comin' home, soon?" Kevin asked. "We miss ya."

Confused, Kenny looked at the walls around him. He thought he was at home. When he saw his brother giving him a sad, lost look, he figured he should say something.

With a nod, Kenny replied, "Yeah sure."

Kevin smiled approvingly before continuing to toss his flat ball up in the air.

Kenny walked around the corner and into the kitchen where his parents both stood waiting for him.

"There's my little angel." Carol cooed as she bent down to hug Kenny.

"Mom? You're better?" Kenny asked, suddenly remembering he heard she was in the hospital.

"Yes, baby. I'm lots better now that you're back." His mother replied while stroking the back of his head tenderly.

"You make be proud, boy." Stuart said as he patted Kenny on the head. "You always have."

"You best hurry, son. Your friends are waitin' for ya." His mother told him.

"Ok," the boy nodded.

Kenny moved quickly to the door. The instant he opened the door to go outside he saw his four friends, Stan, Kyle, Eric Cartman, and Butters waiting for him.

"Hey dude, it's about time you came back to us." Stan chirped.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late guys." Kenny responded with a wave.

"It's ok, we forgive ya." Butters smiled.

"Yeah, we can't seem to stay mad at you for too long." Cartman admitted.

"Hey, are you coming over to my place after school? I got the newest hottest game for my xbox 360." Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I can't wait!" The orange clad boy cheered with excitement.

Suddenly Kenny heard a loud growling noise. When he looked up, he noticed dark swirling purple clouds covering the sky. This made the boy very nervous.

"Kenny, what's going on, baby?" His mother asked as she and the rest of the family walked out of the house.

"Get out of here! Run!" Kenny screamed as he waved his arms frantically in the air. He got scared when his family and friends would not follow his command.

"Why dude?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, where are we going?" Cartman wondered.

The sound of thundering footsteps came towards them. Kenny looked up to see Cthulhu walking up to them with an angry look on his face.

"No!" Kenny cried.

Cthulhu expressed his rage towards his betraying avatar, by raising his hand to kill his family and friends with lightning bolts streaming out of his fingertips.

Kenny wailed in sorrow as he fell down to his knees.

"I'm sorry I defied you, master." He pleaded.

Cthulhu let out a loud roar before reaching down to grab Kenny. The last thing the boy saw was a large hand covering him then everything went black.

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~ Present Day ~

Cheyenne Mountain nuclear bunker, USA

Kenny sat up in his bed with a jolt, dripping with sweat, and screaming at the top of his lungs. It did not take him long to remember where he was. Drifting his eyes over to his right, he saw where the fifteen guards stood. It was clear that they did not know how to react to Kenny's scream. The guards had a problem deciding if he was attacking, or reacting to a dream.

No matter how much he tried, Kenny could not stop shaking.

"I-I'm sorry, I had a n-nightmare." He explained emotionally. The guards seemed to relax a bit after that.

The side door of the cell opened, and three of the Super Best Friends entered. Buddha, Joseph, and Krishna ran up to the child to inspect the drama.

Buddha sat down on the edge of the bed and put his arm around the troubled boy. Kenny shook violently as he broke down in tears over the feeling of receiving physical contact.

"It will be ok, little one." Buddha cooed softly.

"Yes, tell us what's wrong." Joseph encouraged.

Kenny did not answer; he was too emotional to reply with words.

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It was 1:45 in the afternoon, when Dr. Nora Lange arrived at the bunker. Jesus rushed up to her and told her about Kenny's episode in the middle of the night. He also added that Kenny did not eat his breakfast or lunch. The boy simply refused to get out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, Nora ran to the cell. She waited impatiently for the large iron door to open, than rushed inside. Dr. Lange stopped in front of the glass wall and felt her heart breaking when she saw the boy inside.

Kenny curled up under his blanket, looking like a little round ball with scruffy blond hair; his back was facing the glass wall. He did not budge, even when there was a full plate of food still sitting on the table beside him. It was obvious that the child appeared to be suffering depression, but the question was, why.

"Kenny?" She called out to him. When he did not move, she got worried. "Kenny, I hear you are not eating, and that you had a scary dream last night. Do you want to talk about it?" She asked in a desperate manner.

For a few moments, there was no response, until...

"I'm really a monster, aren't I? I belong in here."

The doctor let out a silent sigh of relief. "Now Kenny don't let the General's words get to you."

"It's true," he responded, rolling over to face her. "I can't control what I am. You saw how I acted when my friends were here. I nearly broke the glass wall down and I would have continued on by killing all of you."

"But you didn't," the female psychiatrist pointed out.

"I may have been able to stop myself that time, but what if it continues? I could get worse. I'm just not to be trusted around people."

"I don't know about that. You have shown great restraint." Lange suggested.

For a moment, the room was quiet. The only sound heard was the humming sound of the florescent lights above. Dr. Lange watched Kenny as he slowly started to sit up on his bed. He had a long sad look on his face, and mostly kept his focus on the blanket underneath him. The psychiatrist wondered if this might be a good time to try to get the boy to open up to her.

"Kenny, maybe if you are ready you could explain some of your past lives to me. I remember reading you were a pharaoh once. I originally thought it was Amun-Ra or Osiris, but I realized I misread the document. Who was that pharaoh you were known as?" She asked.

Kenny blinked up at her. She could almost hear the imaginary gears turning in his head as he decided if he wanted to tell her anything or not.

"Nephren-Ka," He finally responded. Kenny lowered his head as he continued. "I was not a very nice pharaoh. The history scrolls don't say much of my existence back then. Maybe it was the fact I was really crazy."

"Really? How so?" Dr. Lange asked as she took her seat beside the small table.

Kenny paused for a moment. He debated on telling her his whole story. As he looked around his room, he realized that maybe he should. It could not hurt. The ten-year-old boy got himself more comfortable on his bed, and took a deep breath in.

"In pretty much all the lives I lived I had guidance from Nyarlathotep. It was only this time; Nyarlathotep was not able to, um, 'council' me. Whenever I would come into the world, through a chosen surrogate mother, I would create madness amongst my subjects and followers. Many people died under my rule. Eventually there were assassins that tried to kill me, but thanks to my immortality, I would come back. It was that reason people saw me as a 'god'. Kenny quoted the last word with his fingers. "So I went with it."

"You mentioned Nyarlathotep, isn't he one of the Old Ones."

"Yeah, he was the only one that could transport himself between the two realms." Kenny began to explain.

Dr. Lange raised her eyebrow when she heard him emphasize the word 'was'. "So, who was Nyarlathotep? I don't remember hearing about a monstrous creature running around." She asked.

"Oh, everyone in South Park knew him better as Jim McElroy." He answered. "Nyarlathotep would disguise himself as a human, and join certain cults that followed Cthulhu. I don't know what happened this time. Not only did I forget who I was, but it even made Nyarlathotep forgot that I existed for a while."

"You don't suppose it was that because the séance was interrupted, do you?" The doctor confirmed.

"Yeah, I guess. For the first time, I lived life as a real human child. Well, except for being immortal." He snorted. "It started to really freak me out that I would always return from the dead and not know why."

"There were times that I became mad over the fact no one remembered. I even did crazy things, like becoming obsessed with sniffing paint and cheesing. I just wanted to escape. I just -" Kenny stopped talking for a bit to rub at his still very tired eyes. It also gave him a moment to change his wording slightly.

"Sometimes, I died for a reason. Sometimes I let myself be killed, because it meant others would live. Somehow, by doing that I felt better about myself. Like, I had a purpose, you know. There were other times I killed myself because I got so frustrated with whom I was, and everyone around me, or just out of curiosity - like the time I choked myself and died. That was me being just plain stupid."

Kenny gave a little shrug before continuing.

"Somehow when I turned ten, my connection with Nyarlathotep and the Old Ones remerged. After the Cult forced me to drink the goat's blood, I became overwhelmed with the madness. You know how it is when you suddenly get a flood of past life memories it can really drive you insane. Unable to stop myself I killed everyone in that Cult group, including Nyarlathotep."

The doctor sat quietly as she allowed Kenny to continue talking.

"I remember being very tired after that and fell asleep. I woke up when my friends showed up to free me. I was fine for bit, but then the madness came back. I tried to kill one of them, and barely had enough control to stop. When the cops showed up and started to attack, that only increased my madness, which lead me to destroy half the town along with the US army and the Canadian army." He lowered his head in shame.

"I see," the doctor hummed. She picked up her note pad and pen, and began writing brief descriptions of what Kenny had just told her. As she wrote down some notes, she admitted to herself that he was opening up so much. Another thing she noticed, he was not yelling at her for writing notes in her book, he just sat patiently for her to finish. She dared to wonder how much more he was willing to share with her.

"Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream, Kenny?" She asked.

"It was more like a nightmare, really." He corrected her.

"Oh," Lange nodded. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Kenny thought about it for a moment before he started.

"Um, first I remember being in ancient Egypt. It was back in the day when I was Nephren-Ka, only it felt different."

"Different? How?" The Doctor wondered.

"Well, first of all, my friends were there, but they weren't my friends. They were kids playing while their city was in flames. Then Nyarlathotep showed up, and I remember telling him he could not control me anymore, because I killed him. He said something like 'we'll see'. I don't remember exactly what he said. The weird part was that my mom showed up."

"Your mom?"

"Yeah, from here...in this life." He explained pointing down.

"Ah, did she say anything?"

"Yeah, she said I had to get ready for school."

Dr. Lange could not help but to let out a giggle. Some of the guards behind her snickered as well.

"I'm sorry Kenny, I shouldn't have laughed." She apologized as soon as she gained control of herself.

"It's ok, it actually is pretty funny. Only my mom can tell a Pharaoh that school is more important than ruling the world." He told her as he smiled at the memory of his dream.

Nora studied the hint of happiness in Kenny's eyes. "What happened next?" She asked.

"Um," Kenny thought for a moment. "She then started to argue with dad in the other room before leaving to yell at him some more. That was when I noticed the room was empty, except for me, and my reflection in a mirror. That was when it spoke to me."

"Really? What did it say?"

"It said, um," Kenny, thought hard as he tried to remember the exact words. He began to fidget with the bed sheets as if it would assist his memory. "Are you ready to be free?"

"Interesting," the doctor nodded. "How did you respond to that?"

"I, ah, said 'yes'."

Dr. Lange made a quick note on her pad before looking up at Kenny again. "Anything else you remember that happened?"

"Yeah, I took off my Pharaoh hat, and as soon as I did that I was in my old room, where I live with my family in South Park. I then went to my closet and pulled out my orange parka. After I put it on, I started to walk down the hall and heard my little sister crying. When I asked her what was bothering her, she hugged me, and called me her Guardian Angel. Next, I saw my brother; he asked if I was coming home soon. I thought that was sort of weird coming from him."

"How so?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know," Kenny shrugged. "Just felt weird, that's all."

"What else happened?"

"I went into the kitchen. My parents were there. Mom hugged me, and dad patted me on the head. They were both happy to see me. After mom said that my friends were waiting, so I opened the back door and walked out to see them standing right there. They were also happy to see me. They even said they were glad that I came back." Kenny let a small smile stretch across his face as he said the last part.

"So you were happy at that moment," the doctor stated as she noticed him expressing another pleasant moment in his dream.

"Yeah, I guess. One of them asked me over to play a new video game. I remember I felt pretty excited about that." Kenny's smile grew a bit wider.

"I bet you did," she smiled warmly at him. "Anything else happen after that?"

The smile on Kenny's face faded. He suddenly felt a knot in his stomach.

"Kenny? What happened next?" The doctor insisted.

"Cthulhu showed up. He was really pissed off with me, so he killed my friends and my family. Then he killed me." Kenny paused to take in a deep breath. "That is when I woke up screaming."

"Wow," was all Lange could say. Briefly, she sat there digesting Kenny's story. After, she started to write notes in her book.

"Doc," Kenny finally spoke after a moment of silence.

"Yes Kenny," Dr. Lange replied while still focused on her writing. When she did not hear him respond, she looked up at him. "What is it?"

"Do you believe that I'm evil?" His blue eyes glistened in the dim light in his cell. He expressed fear of what her answer might be.

Dr. Lange placed her pen carefully onto the table by her notebook so she could focus all her thoughts on the question. She inhaled a deep breath before responding.

"I believe you are more confused, rather than evil, Kenny."

"What makes you say that?" The boy asked with uncertainty.

"It's what I gather from our visits, especially from all that you just told me today. To be honest, I think this the most you ever said. Also, all the stories your friends and family told me makes me believe that deep in your core being, that you are not evil." She deduced carefully.

Kenny blinked at her in disbelief.

"Look around Kenny. All those letters you taped up on the wall. They are all from people that care and appreciated you for things you have done for them. You may have been originally designed for evil, but I think that had a lot to do with Nyarlathotep's influence."

"Really?" The young boy was at awe with what he was hearing.

"You know what I see Kenny? I see a boy that is at a crossroad."

"A...crossroad?" He looked up at her, puzzled.

"Yes," the doctor nodded. "I feel you are at a stage in your life right now where you must make a decision. You need to ask yourself; do you want to be Cthulhu's messenger of evil and chaos, or do you want to be a boy growing up around friends and family? Ask yourself, which destiny would gain you more experience, and happiness?"

Kenny started to think hard with what she said. It was then he heard the iron door opening up, and he watched as a guard walked up to Dr. Lange.

"Doctor, there's a phone call for you. It seemed rather important." The man said.

"Uh, I'm sorry Kenny. I need to take this. Why don't you take this moment to think about we just talked about, and maybe you would like to eat your food that is sitting on the table beside you?" She suggested.

"Yeah, ok." He nodded.

As the doctor left the room with the guard, Kenny debated if he wanted to eat the cold food or not. However, his growling tummy answered for him.

He crawled out of his bed, and sat down in front of the plate of food. Gradually, he picked up a cold piece of toast, and started to nibble on it.

Slowly, his eyes drifted around the room at the hundreds of letters he pinned on the wall. He marveled on the number of people that took the time to write to him.

Could Dr. Lange be correct, he wondered.