It took us the entire day, but when we arrived at Carson City, Nevada, it was a relief. Butters seemed better now that he wasn't alone; actually, he seemed just like his old self, although a bit more mature and less naive.

"The GPS says that the road is only a minute or so away," Kyle announced, "But the maps in this thing haven't been uploaded in a long time, so we'll have to find the house ourselves."

"Thanks Kyle," I replied. "Okay, Butters, even though you have a power I'd feel better if you had another form of protection."

"Mmhm," he agreed, "But I don't know how to use any weapons. I never even shot the gun you took from me. Well, not on purpose anyway."

"That's okay," I assured him, "I'll teach you how to use some basic weapons."

Once we had gotten the truck, I had had Kyle drive it back to my place and put all of my remaining weapons stores into the trailer. We stopped the truck outside the city's suburbs and I taught Butters to shoot a handgun and to fill and reload a clip. I taught him some different ways to hold and use a knife and Wendy taught him a few simple self-defense moves. By the time he had these down pat, it was dark. This was actually better, because most of the cult's meetings didn't start until the sun went down. This way we could apprehend the lot of them.

We left the truck where it was and continued on foot after memorizing the directions from the GPS and taking the card with the address. When we got to the street, we didn't even have to look for the house. It was the one with people in black robes trying to sneak into it.

"Okay, does everyone have their bulletproof vests on?" I asked. Everyone said yes.

I had taken them from the Park County Police Station a while back. They were all ones that had rips in them where an officer had been shot, and there were exactly six. I had figured on using the pieces to make an entirely bulletproof under suit, but hadn't gotten around to it. Besides, what were the odds that a bullet would hit in exactly the same place as the rip?

"Alright then," I continued, "Let's set up a perimeter around the house. Don't let any of the members see you. Try to watch their meeting if you can through a window or something and let everyone else know when they're done. We'll catch them off guard while they're trying to leave. Wendy, Stan, and Kyle: you guys cover the exits. Butters and I will fill in. Ready? Break!"

"Really, dude?" Stan asked.

"Well I thought it was appropriate."

"Come on you two, let's go!" Wendy interrupted.

It was two hours later that Wendy loudly whispered to me that Stan had seen them packing up. She assured me that everyone else was ready and moved behind a car in front. I moved around to where I could get a side shot at the front door. I looked and saw Butters hurry over to the back door with Kyle. Stan stood alone at a side door that had a bunch of junk in front of it. It was doubtful that anyone would go that way, but if a shootout started, some of them might try to get out through there.

The front door opened and the members came out. Before the first one was out of the doorway, I spoke up.

"Freeze!" I ordered. "Move anywhere I don't tell you and you'll have a bullet through your brain." Thankfully, he listened and threw his hands in the air. I could hear him whispering to the people inside. "Shut up! I'll tell you what to say, got it?" He nodded vigorously. "Alright, now speak up nice and loud so they don't misunderstand you. Tell them to turn on the lights. I want to get a good look at your pretty face."

"Turn on the lights," he told the others loudly. When they came on, I did a quick head count. There were six other members. One was looking out the window, probably trying to see me.

"Tell your buddy to step away from the window. Unless, of course, he wants to be shot."

He told the man to do this, and he stepped back.

"Now, without looking, how many people are in your cult?"

"Eight, including me," he replied.

"So where's the eighth one?"

"He was going to use the bathroom."

"And where is the bathroom?"

"It's on the other side of the house, towards the back. There should be a light on."

"Kyle! Is there a light on in the house back there?" I called out.

"Yeah!" he answered, "On the first floor. Want me to go in and get him? Wait, never mind, the light went off, he's coming out."

After I said okay, I saw another person walk into the room. He looked like he was asking why they were standing there.

"Go ahead and tell him we're here," I told him, "But say anything else and both of you'll be decapitated. Once he knows, I want you all to walk outside nice and slow with your hands on your heads."

After a few seconds, they all started walking out on the lawn. I called the others around to the front and we formed a circle around them. I recognized the leader and told him to step forward. The others were told to get down on their knees.

"Remember me?" I asked him. "Probably not. The last time you saw me, you stabbed me to death. But now who has the upper hand? Now, I want ANSWERS!"

"Anything! Anything you want to know! Please don't kill us, kid!"

"Quit groveling, it's pathetic. I want intelligent answers to my questions; no 'I don't knows', no 'I don't remembers', because that would mean you're a liar, and I hate liars."

He nodded in understanding.

"About 16 years ago, there were two members of your cult. Their names were Stuart and Carol McCormick. You performed some sort of ritual on the woman's unborn baby. Correct?"

"Yes."

"Good, now I want you to tell me exactly what you did and what exactly it's supposed to do. Don't skip anything."

"The ritual performed was the most revered of our sacraments to Cthulhu. It has only ever been performed once, on that child. The ritual is meant to place the dark powers of or lord, Cthulhu, into a child who will one day become our chosen one. But the child's parents were arrested along with the rest of us in a police raid and we never found out where they lived. Their names weren't even in a phonebook. So the child we gave those dark powers is in South Park, Colorado, and has never been trained to use his powers."

"These 'dark powers', what are they?" I was extremely anxious to hear everything.

"Well the main power is the ability to be resurrected any time the chosen one would die or be killed with almost no one realizing they had ever been dead. As long as the mother is alive and in good physical condition, the child is simply reborn to her and returns to his normal state overnight. This protects the child during the development of his powers. However, once the child reaches a certain age, or if the mother is killed, they gain the ability to rematerialize wherever they want after their previous dead body disappears. Only the parents of the child will realize that the chosen one is reborn, but once they stop having the child, their memories will fade. However, once the chosen one is able to resurrect wherever they want, anyone who witnesses their death and resurrection will remember that they have the powers. These memory wipes are to ensure that the chosen one is not discovered before he can summon Cthulhu."

"Are there any other powers?"

"Well there are some other powers: the abilities to tell a person's true nature and open portals to use to warp anywhere, as well as being able to travel between dimensions without any harm and bring others with them. They can also call forth any creature from R'lyeh, the home of Cthulhu and the other Great Old Ones. It was this power we had hoped to use to summon Cthulhu himself. These are the only powers which the Necronomicon reveals to us."

I was shocked by this information. All of that power was inside me? Some of it made sense; obviously the resurrections and even the power about people's true natures, but to be able to create portals and summon demons?

Suddenly, the leader threw his hand into his robe and pulled out a dagger which he threw at my neck. It lodged itself into my throat and blood gushed from the wound. In the seconds before death, I raised my Luger and fired two rounds into his skull. The other members tried to scramble, but they were either killed or wounded too badly to move by the others' gunfire. Wendy and Butters rushed over to me while Kyle and Stan struggled with a couple of cult members. I was choking on my own blood as they tried to save me, but soon I could see only black.