John walked up to the side of the house. Loomis had instructed him to enter a side door on the east side of the house. Stef and Mike were sitting in their patrol car at the end of the street; they had set up John with a wire that would pick up all communication between John and Loomis.

As he walked up to the door he was instructed to enter, his phone rang again.

"What?" he said angrily, knowing it was Loomis.

"You follow directions well, Johnnie boy," Loomis said tauntingly. "Welcome to the party."

"You promised me you would give them up, you had better stick to your word."

"Not so fast. Where are your cop friends?"

"I told them to stay away. It's just us, Loomis."

Loomis chuckled. "Smart move, John. Now, come inside."

"No way. How do I know they're not already dead?"

"They're right inside waiting for you. Have a look."

John leaned to his right, peeking into the door. He saw Jude with his head bent down. He rushed inside the door, which was already open and approached Jude and Connor, who were bound by ropes to two chairs that were tied together. Their mouths were taped shut.

"Now that we're all here, the party can begin," said Loomis. John sneered and hung up his phone.

"Jude…" he said, bending down next to him. Jude looked up at him, relief shining in his eyes. John tore the duct tape off his mouth, causing Jude to wince.

"John!" Jude said breathlessly.

"Where is he?" John demanded as he started to cut the ropes with his pocketknife.

"I don't know."

A few seconds passed with John attempting to cut the rope. Suddenly, Jude screamed out.

"He's right there!" He shouted. John turned around and saw Loomis standing in the doorway, already coming toward them. John stood to block him, but was punched in the face by Loomis. John grunted as he fell to the ground. Loomis glared at the three of them, his eyes wide with excitement. He brandished his hunter's knife, ready for the kill.

John lifted one of his leg sleeves, revealing the holster with Mike's backup weapon. He drew the gun and pointed it at Loomis.

"Think again!" he yelled. Loomis hesitated, his expression changing from glee to fear. John stood up. "It's your turn to scream, asshole!" he said before he fired five shots into Loomis' chest.

"Yeah!" Jude cheered.

John put the gun away and turned around to help Connor. He tore the tape from Connor's mouth.

"Hi," Connor said breathlessly.

"Are you OK?" asked John, as he started to fidget with the rope.

"Yeah…" Suddenly, Connor's eyes opened wide in shock. "John…" he said. John looked up at him, and saw Connor's eyes. He whipped around and saw that Loomis was gone. He picked up the gun, pointed in front of him and inched to where Loomis' body fell. When he reached the doorway Loomis hit him from the side. John lost his footing and fell, firing the last bullet in the gun, which hit a vase and shattered it.

"Nice try, Johnnie boy," Loomis said, lifting his shirt up to reveal a bullet proof vest with five bullet holes in it. "I always like to think ahead."

Suddenly, Mike appeared and tackled Loomis away from John. He and Loomis struggled for a few moments, while John went to free Jude and Connor. Once the ropes were undone, John helped them to their feet. Suddenly, Mike was thrown over them into the living room. Loomis cackled as John realized they were alone.

But, he didn't attack them. He walked over to Mike and examined his unconscious body. John, sensing a weakness in Loomis, grabbed the hunter's knife and ran up to Loomis.

"Hey…" he said. Loomis looked up. "Lose something?" he added, brandishing the knife.

"Found something," Loomis replied, grinning. He revealed Mike's gun in his hand. John gasped in shock as Loomis fired the first shot. John screamed and fell backward. Loomis walked over to him as he lay on the ground fidgeting. He then fired another shot into John's chest; John flinched from the bullet's impact and stopped moving.

"JOHN!" Jude screamed. "NO!"

Loomis turned around and looked at them smiling. "Looks like your friend won't be able to help you anymore," he said, slowly walking toward them. Jude and Connor held each other, refusing to be separated.

As Loomis laughed and raised the gun to shoot them, there was a sudden scream from behind him. John was stabbing him in the back of his shoulder with the hunter's knife. Loomis yelped out in pain and fell to the ground. John leaned over him, pushing away the gun.

"I shot you," he said angrily.

John grinned at him and lifted his shirt. He, too, was wearing a bulletproof vest. "I guess we think alike," he said quietly.

Stef ran into the room, her gun drawn. She saw Jude and Connor first and hugged them before running over to check on Mike and then running next to John.

Loomis was laughing. "I still managed to get at you, Johnnie boy. And I still got to play my game."

"But you lost, right?" John said, before raising the knife and stabbing Loomis in the heart. Loomis shrieked and started hyperventilating. He and John locked eyes for a few moments before Loomis shut his and he stopped moving.

John stood up and hugged Stef. They started walking to Jude and Connor.

"Are you all right?" Stef asked.

"I'll be fine," John said. "He wasn't superhuman, like he made it sound. He wasn't superhuman at all."

Suddenly, there was an animal-like cry from behind them. They turned around and saw Loomis running toward them, the knife in his hand.

Stef started shooting at him in the chest, to no avail. Suddenly, John remembered the bulletproof vest, explaining why the knife wound didn't kill Loomis.

"You won't be able to kill me!" Loomis shouted as Stef kept firing.

"Head, head Stef!" John shouted.

"What?"

"Head! Shoot him in the head!"

Stef aimed the gun at Loomis' head and fired the final shot. Loomis' body was thrown backward by the impact of the bullet, and it fell to the ground, blood leaking from his forehead. He was dead.

"Thanks," Stef said breathlessly.

"No problem," replied John, turning to Jude and Connor. He pulled them both into a hug, tighter than any he had ever given them.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you two," he whispered.

"No, John, don't blame yourself," Connor replied.

"It was only a matter of time before he got any of us," added Jude. "The important thing is, you got to us before he could hurt us."

John nodded, still holding them both. "I'm just glad he's gone."