Fire and Flesh

Midnight cloaked Haddonfield Hospital in an eerie silence, broken only by the beeping of monitors and the hurried footsteps of Cassian, Helen, Allyson, and Karen as they regrouped in the room where Laurie Strode was recovering. Laurie, pale and hooked to an IV after emergency surgery, looked up from her bed, her raspy voice cutting through the air as she saw her daughter and granddaughter enter with Cassian and Helen.

"Karen, Allyson… what happened? Tell me they killed him, tell me that bastard is dead."

Karen, still trembling from her encounter at Michael's house, sat beside her mother, gripping her hand tightly.

"We tried, Mom. Cassian stabbed him, I threw him down the stairs, and Tommy's mob had him, but… he got up. He killed Tommy, Brackett, everyone. If Cassian hadn't come back for me, I'd be dead."

Allyson, limping from her injured leg, leaned against the wall, her eyes red with tears.

"Cameron, Lonnie, Dad… they're all gone. Cassian fought him like no one else, but he's still alive. How do we stop this, Grandma? I can't lose anyone else."

Cassian, wiping his bloodied dagger with a cloth, crossed his arms, his tone deep but steady as he looked at Laurie.

"He's not dead, Laurie, but he will be. I faced him three times tonight, and he's still breathing. Helen and I will finish him, but I need to know if you've got anything else—some secret from 1978 that gives me an edge."

Laurie took a deep breath, her gaze hardened by decades of trauma.

"In 1978, I stabbed him, Loomis shot him six times, and he fell off a balcony. He didn't die then, and he didn't die last night in my house. It's like fire and bullets only make him angrier. If you face him again, don't count on anything less than destroying him completely."

Helen, seated in a chair with her Vatican laptop, interrupted, her voice tense as she reviewed the data.

"She's right, Cassian. I hacked the town's cameras and the firefighters' reports. Michael walked out of Laurie's basement when they put out the fire—he's alive because of some resilience I can't explain. But I've got an idea: lure him to open ground, an abandoned warehouse east of town. We can use Vatican explosives that arrived this morning, stronger than Laurie's gas. What do you say?"

Cassian nodded, his mind already mapping out the plan.

"I like it. I'll lead him to the warehouse, face him, and you detonate the explosives. But I don't want anyone else there—just you and me, Helen. Laurie, Karen, Allyson, stay here, protect yourselves. If I fail, Michael will come for you."

Karen frowned, her voice rising in pitch.

"Fail? Cassian, you saved us all, but you can't do this alone. Let me help—I can't just sit here waiting for my daughter and mother to die."

Cassian looked at her, his eyes cold but understanding.

"You're not trained, Karen. I saved Ray from dying earlier, and I got you out of that house. Trust me, I'll finish this. Helen's got my back—that's enough."

Allyson stepped forward, her voice shaky but determined.

"Cassian, I saw you fight. You're strong, but… I need to do something. I can't just wait. Let me at least go with you to the warehouse—I want to see him fall."

Cassian hesitated, but nodded slowly.

"Alright, Allyson, you come, but you stay with Helen. Let's go now—there's no time to waste."

Later, in a deserted hospital hallway, Allyson led Cassian into a small bathroom, locking the door behind them. The night's tension erupted into raw vulnerability. She looked at him, her hands trembling as she pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular, scarred torso.

"I need this, Cassian," she whispered, kneeling in front of him. "After everything I've lost, I want to feel something alive."

Cassian growled, his hand gripping her hair as she unbuckled his pants, freeing his hard cock.

"Do it, Allyson. Suck me hard—I want to feel your mouth now."

She obeyed, her tight lips wrapping around him as she licked the tip with desperation, moaning softly.

"Mmm, you taste so good… do you like my tongue, Cassian? I want to swallow you whole." She sucked hard, sliding her mouth down to the base, her hands gripping his thighs as she devoured him eagerly, saliva dripping down her chin.

Cassian gasped, dominating her with his hold.

"Yes, damn it, Allyson… deeper, don't stop until I come down your throat."

She sped up, her moans vibrating against him, until Cassian let out a hoarse grunt, his hot cum filling her mouth as she swallowed with a choked gasp.

"Fuck… you're incredible," he said, pulling her up to kiss her briefly, her taste still on his lips. "Let's go, we've got to move."

Hours later, at an abandoned warehouse east of Haddonfield, Helen equipped Cassian with Vatican explosives: C-4 blocks with remote detonators.

"They're ready, Cassian," she said, her voice steady. "I set them in the beams—I'll detonate when you've got him trapped. Be careful, please."

Cassian nodded, entering the warehouse with his dagger and pistol, leaving Helen and Allyson in the Jeep a hundred meters away. Michael emerged from the shadows, his white mask gleaming under the moonlight. Cassian charged at him, dodging a slash that split a beam in two. He rolled, firing into Michael's chest, but Michael tackled him, slamming him into a steel drum.

"Come on, you bastard!" Cassian roared, getting up and driving his dagger into Michael's neck, black blood spurting as he twisted the blade.

Michael grunted, ripping the dagger out and attacking with fury. In an unexpected twist, the floor gave way beneath them, dropping them into the warehouse's basement, a space filled with debris. Cassian got up first, grabbing a steel bar and smashing it into Michael's head, the metal ringing with each blow. Michael kicked him, sending him crashing into a wall, but Cassian fired again, hitting him in the chest and making him stagger.

Suddenly, an old gas tank exploded from a stray shot, sending flames everywhere. Cassian dodged the fire, tackling Michael into a beam and stabbing him in the stomach with a broken knife from the floor.

"Helen, now!" he shouted as Michael grabbed him by the throat.

Helen pressed the detonator, and the explosives roared, collapsing the warehouse in a fireball. Cassian rolled out just in time, the heat scorching his back as Michael was buried under rubble and flames. Helen and Allyson ran to him, helping him stand.

"Is he dead?" Allyson gasped, staring at the blaze.

Cassian took a deep breath, his face covered in soot.

"I hope so. But I don't trust him."