The night enveloped Haddonfield in a thick darkness as Cassian and Helen arrived at Michael Myers' childhood home, a decrepit building on Myers Lane that reeked of decay and fresh blood. Allyson Nelson, Laurie's granddaughter, was with them, her face pale after escaping Michael in the park, along with Cameron Elam, her boyfriend with messy hair, and Lonnie Elam, Cameron's father, a rugged man with a scar on his cheek. The Jeep stopped in front of the house, and Cassian stepped out with his dagger and pistol ready, his gaze fixed on the broken windows. Helen opened her Vatican briefcase, pulling out directional microphones and thermal sensors, while Allyson approached, her voice trembling.
"That's Michael's house, right?" said Allyson, hugging herself. "My grandmother always said he'd come back here. What do we do, Cassian? I don't want to lose anyone else after what happened to Oscar and Lindsey."
Cassian adjusted his crucifix, his tone grave but calm as he looked at her.
"I'll kill him, Allyson, but I also want to get all of you out alive. I'm not here just for him—I'm here for those who are still breathing. Helen and I will face him, but I need you to stay close and not go in until I say so."
Cameron, frowning, crossed his arms next to Lonnie.
"You alone against that psycho? We saw him in the park—he's a killing machine. I don't know who you are, but I don't like staying back while my girlfriend is in danger."
Lonnie placed a hand on his son's shoulder, his rough voice echoing.
"Shut up, Cameron. This guy, Cassian, fought Michael and is still standing. I'm going in—I want to see him dead for what he did to Marion and the others. What's the plan, Vatican man?"
Cassian looked at Lonnie, his patience thin but his resolve firm.
"The plan is simple: I face him, Helen gives me his exact position. I don't want heroes, Lonnie, but if you go in, do it carefully. Helen, set up the sensors—I want to know where he is before he kills us all."
Helen nodded, running around the house with the devices in hand.
"Give me five minutes, Cassian. The microphones will pick up any noise inside, and the sensors will tell me if he moves. Allyson, Cameron, Lonnie, stay behind the Jeep until we're done. Cassian, are you sure you can handle him alone? You worry me."
Cassian gave her a hard but reassuring look.
"I can, Helen. I've trained for this, and you've got my back. I'll save everyone I can, but Michael is mine. Hurry."
Minutes later, Helen returned, her laptop buzzing with data.
"Ready, Cassian. The sensors have him in the attic—he's still, but Lonnie… he went in alone a minute ago. He's not responding; I think he's in trouble."
Cassian cursed under his breath, running toward the door with his dagger in hand.
"Lonnie, damn idiot. Allyson, Cameron, stay with Helen. I'm going after him."
Inside, the house creaked with every step, the air heavy with dust and death. Cassian climbed the stairs to the attic, finding Lonnie dead, his neck broken against a beam. Michael Myers emerged from the shadows, his knife gleaming in the dim light. Cassian dodged a brutal slash, rolling to the side and grabbing a rusted pipe from the floor. He struck Michael in the head with a crack, the metal bending, but Michael threw him against a wall with inhuman force, the impact knocking the wind out of him.
"Come on, bastard!" growled Cassian, getting up as Michael advanced.
Downstairs, Allyson and Cameron heard the noise and ran to the attic against Helen's orders. Cameron screamed when he saw his father dead, charging at Michael with a wooden plank, but the killer grabbed him by the arm, breaking it and stabbing him in the chest, leaving him lifeless on the floor. Allyson tried to run, but Michael hit her, sending her crashing into a ladder where she twisted her leg, screaming in pain.
Helen, from the entrance, activated a Vatican flash device, a blinding gadget she hurled at Michael.
"Now, Cassian!" she shouted as the killer staggered, momentarily blinded.
Cassian seized the moment, driving his dagger into Michael's back with a fierce twist, the blade sinking to the hilt. Michael roared, turning to attack him, but Karen Strode burst into the attic, ripping off his mask with a scream of fury.
"For Ray, you bastard!" shrieked Karen, holding the mask as Michael stared at her, disoriented.
Cassian stood up, shooting him in the leg to immobilize him.
"Helen, get Allyson out. Karen, take him outside—the mob from Tommy is nearby."
Karen nodded, dragging Michael down the stairs as Helen helped Allyson limp out of the house. In a nearby alley, Tommy Doyle and his mob, including Leigh Brackett—an ex-sheriff whose daughter Annie died in 1978—waited with weapons and rage. Karen threw the mask to the ground, shouting at the crowd.
"It's him! Kill him!"
Tommy struck Michael with a bat, and Brackett shot him in the arm, but the killer rose after Karen stabbed him in the shoulder with a pitchfork. With brutal strength, Michael slit Brackett's throat with his own knife, broke Tommy's neck with the bat, and massacred the mob one by one, leaving bodies scattered in the alley. Cassian ran toward him, shooting him again in the leg, but Michael shoved him against a wall and fled back toward the house.
Helen and Allyson, from the Jeep, screamed as they saw him escape.
"Cassian, he's gone! He's going after my mom!" sobbed Allyson as Helen checked the sensors.
Cassian stood up, wiping blood from his face, his voice trembling with anger.
"I won't let anyone else die. Helen, take her to the hospital. I'm going after Karen."
He ran back into the house, entering just as Michael cornered Karen upstairs. She stared at him through the window, paralyzed, but Cassian burst in, tackling Michael against a wall with a blow that shook the wood. He stabbed him in the chest three times, fast and deep, and kicked him down the stairs, where he lay motionless for a moment.
"Karen, get out now!" shouted Cassian, helping her down as Michael writhed on the floor.
Karen gasped, her voice broken.
"Thank you… I thought I was dead. Where's Allyson?"
Cassian guided her outside, his tone firm.
"With Helen, safe. Let's go—I don't trust him to stay down."