The End of Silence

The flames of the abandoned warehouse roared into the night, a red and orange inferno illuminating the faces of Cassian, Helen, Laurie, and Allyson as they watched from a hill a hundred meters away. The air was thick with smoke and ash, and waves of heat rolled toward them, but none of them moved, their eyes fixed on the collapsing building that, they hoped, had finally consumed Michael Myers for good. Cassian, covered in soot and dried blood, held his dagger in one hand, his breathing slow but his mind alert. Helen, with her Vatican laptop open on the Jeep's hood, analyzed thermal and audio recordings, searching for any sign of life. Laurie and Allyson, huddled together off to the side, stared at the fire with a mix of relief and fear.

Laurie broke the silence, her raspy voice heavy with gratitude as she turned to Cassian.

"You did it, Cassian. Forty years I've waited for this moment, and you finished it. I couldn't kill him in 1978, or last night in my house, but you… thank you. I don't know how you endured it, but thank you for saving my family."

Cassian wiped his dagger with a cloth, his tone deep but calm as he looked at her.

"I didn't do it alone, Laurie. Helen backed me up, and you set the stage with that house. But I'm not celebrating yet. I faced him too many times tonight, and he always came back. Helen, what do the recordings say? I want certainty."

Helen adjusted the screen, her fingers trembling slightly as she reviewed the data.

"The thermal sensors show nothing alive inside. The fire hit 900 degrees, Cassian—nothing survives that. The Vatican cameras recorded the collapse, and there's no movement. He's dead, he has to be. After everything we've been through, we can breathe, right?"

Allyson, her leg still bandaged, stepped forward, her voice shaky but resolute.

"I hope so, Helen. I lost my dad, Cameron, so many people… but if this happens again, if evil comes back, I want to join you. Cassian, you saved me, and I want to learn to fight like you. Would you take me in if I need you again?"

Cassian looked at her, his exhausted face showing a spark of respect in his eyes.

"If evil returns, Allyson, you'll have a place with us. You're strong—I saw it tonight. But for now, stay with Laurie and Karen, rebuild what you can. Helen and I will handle the rest."

Suddenly, a strange crack pierced the air, a sound that didn't come from the fire but from something deeper. The flames of the warehouse twisted, forming an unnatural vortex that rose into the sky, and for a moment, Cassian swore he saw a dark, inhuman figure dissolving into the smoke. A shiver ran down his spine, his hand gripping his crucifix as his senses, trained to detect the paranormal, flared to life.

"What the hell was that?" Helen said, her voice rising as she stared at the vortex. "Cassian, the sensors didn't pick it up, but I saw it. Was that… a demon?"

Cassian frowned, his mind racing as he processed the impossible.

"It was. I didn't sense it before—no sulfur, nothing. I've never encountered something that hid so well. There was a demon in him, Helen, but its power… it was undetectable. What kind of entity does that? I was trained to smell them, to feel them, and this one fooled me until the end."

Laurie, her eyes narrowed, stepped closer to the hill's edge.

"A demon? I always thought Michael was just a broken man, but after this… maybe you were right, Cassian. If he was more than human, is he really dead now?"

Cassian sheathed his dagger, his gaze locked on the settling flames.

"The fire consumed him, demon or not. But this leaves me thinking. If something like that can hide from me, there's more out there—stronger than I imagined. Helen, log this for the Vatican. I want them to investigate what kind of demon has that power."

Helen nodded, typing quickly on the laptop.

"I will. This changes everything, Cassian. If you didn't sense it, how do we fight it next time? It scares me to think there are worse things waiting for us."

Cassian placed a hand on her shoulder, his tone firm but reassuring.

"We'll face it like we always do: together. Rest now, Laurie, Allyson—go home. We'll clean this up."

Hours later, in a motel near Haddonfield, Cassian and Helen entered Room 9, exhaustion weighing on their bodies but victory buzzing in their veins. Helen shut the door, turning to Cassian with a mischievous smile.

"We survived, Cassian. We killed the bastard, demon or not. Should we celebrate properly?"

Cassian looked at her, his face calm but his eyes blazing with desire.

"Yes, Helen. Against the wall, now. I want to fuck you until you forget this night."

She laughed, shoving him against the door with playful force, her hands tearing off his pants with urgency, letting them drop to the floor with his boots. His hard cock sprang free, and Helen licked her lips, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist.

"Look at you, all dirty and strong. I'm going to make you scream, Cassian."

He growled, grabbing her ass with rough hands, hoisting her against the wall as he ripped her shirt open, exposing her sweaty breasts.

"You scream first, Helen. I'm going to split you with this." He thrust into her brutally, his thick cock stretching her as she shrieked, her legs trembling around him.

"Fuck, yes, Cassian! Give it to me hard, break me!" Helen moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded her relentlessly, the door creaking with each thrust.

Cassian dominated her, his mouth biting her neck as he fucked her without mercy, his hips slamming with a wild rhythm.

"You're mine, Helen. Take every inch and come for me." He gripped her ass tighter, lifting her higher to hit deeper, her pussy dripping down his thighs as she screamed his name.

"Cassian, shit, you're killing me! I'm going to explode on your cock!" Her body convulsed, a climax ripping through her like lightning, her juices soaking him as she shook against the wall.

He didn't stop, thrusting into her until his own orgasm hit, a guttural roar escaping as he emptied inside her, his hot cum flooding her until they both gasped, collapsing against the door in a sweaty tangle.

"Damn… you're incredible," Helen panted, kissing him with trembling lips.

Cassian lowered her slowly, his breathing heavy but his control returning.

"You too. Rest, you've earned it."

At dawn, as Helen slept naked on the bed, Cassian sat in a chair, cleaning his crucifix when his phone buzzed.