What if it was Nancy and Kris who made it to the end instead? First Nightmare On Elm Street story, no hating :D! A Nightmare On Elm Street 2010 remake based, Nancy Holbrook/Kris Fowles FRIENDSHIP, hope you like it :D p.s don't own A Nightmare On Elm Street, this story will be different from the 2010 movie, but stil the same in a way.


"Wake up...wake up, wake up, wake up!" Kris Fowles yelled to herself, slapping herself over and over again.

"Come on, stay awake!" Tears fell down her face as nausea rolled in her stomach over her sleep deprivation. She stood up shakily, walking over to the sink and washing her face. She felt herself loose the lethargic feeling a bit, but it soon returned. She just wanted to roll over in bed and sleep. But she couldn't. Not without meeting him.

"Kris?" She jumped, almost screaming as her mother appeared at the door.

"God, mom, don't scare me like that..." She said, wiping the tears from under her eyes.

"Are you okay, honey?"Kris smiled reassuringly at her mother.

"I'm fine."

"Well, there's a boy on the phone for you. Dean?" Kris's stomach dropped.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He said he needs to speak to you, urgently. And that he's waiting for you at the Springwood Diner, but Kris, it's late at night and-."

"Is he still on the line?"

"Yes, but, honey-." Kris dashed out of the room and picked the phone up.

"Dean?"

"Kris, you gotta come right now. I'm freaking out."

"What, what's wrong?" But Kris had a feeling that she already knew what was wrong.

"I'll tell you when you get here. Please, Kris."

"I'm on my way."

"I'm at the Springwood Diner." He shut the phone. Kris stared at it for awhile, her heart racing.

"Kristen Fowles, what's going on?" Kris turned, and again, smiled at her mom.

"It's nothing, mom. He's just going through some stuff."

"He might be dangerous honey!" Kris smiled as her mom's eyes filled with concern.

"He's not dangerous, mom. He's a good guy. I'm the only person he can really depend on." She smiled again and walked back to her room, taking off her pajama shorts and shoving jeans on.

"Well, take an umbrella! It's raining buckets out there!" Her mom yelled from the stairs.

"Okay!" She yelled back as she put a shirt over her head. She grabbed her jacket and ran downstairs, kissing her mom on the cheek.

"Don't wait up. Love you."

"Love you too, don't stay out too late!" She yelled as Kris grabbed an umbrella and ran outside to her car. She sighed in relief as she saw that the roof of her car was up. She thought she had left it down. She reached the diner in a matter of minutes, speeding in a way her mother would've definitely disapproved of. She dashed into the diner, closing the umbrella and almost bumping into the waitress and fellow high school student, Nancy Holbrook.

"Whoa, hey Kris."

"Hey, Nancy." Kris said, smiling at her. Nancy smiled back.

"You can sit wherever you want, I'll be with you in a sec."

"Actually, i'm meeting Dean. Have you seen him?" She asked. Nancy pointed to the right of her and Kris saw him sitting in a stall, his head in his hands.

"Thanks, Nancy." She walked up to him and tried not to look at Jesse Walsh, her ex boyfriend and his band of friends sitting at a couple of stalls away from Dean.

"Dean?" He looked up and Kris tried hard not to gasp in shock. His ocean blue eyes were puffy and red, and big bags were under his eyes.

"Kris...thank god." His voice sounded hoarse.

"Oh god, Dean..." She sat opposite him, tears almost falling down her face. He smiled at her.

"I know."

"How long have you been awake?" She asked, afraid of the answer. He snorted and took a sip of his coffee.

"I haven't slept in two days, Kris. I'm loosing my mind."

"Dean, you should get some sleep then."

"I can't! He'll find me...he'll...he'll kill me."

"He can't hurt you in your dreams." Kris said, but she knew that was a lie.

"NO! He can, Kris. He can! I thought these were just dreams at first. Then, he tried to kill me, and when he slashed me on the hand, I woke up and blood was pooling all over the sheets on my bed. The cut I got in the dream happened in real life, Kris, i'm telling you! If he kills me in my dreams...He kills me in real life...Look!" Dean showed her his hand and she gasped. A big scab was forming over a gash that was on his hand.

"See?" Kris lay back on the seat, but regreted it instantly, pain shooting up her back. Dean saw her flinch and concern filled his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, i'm fine..." Dean stared at her for awhile and Kris saw the connection forming in his mind.

"You've seen him, haven't you?"

"No." But her voice cracked, giving her away. Anger shown in Dean's eyes.

"He hurt you?"

"Dean, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tell me the truth!" He said, leaning forward.

"Dean, stop it!"

"Kris!" He banged his fist on the table and the coffee cup smashed to the floor. Kris screamed and covered her hand with her mouth, tears falling down her face. Dean looked at her.

"You're so scared...and...jumpy." He whispered. She looked at him.

"Kristen, please. You need to tell me. Did you see him?" Kris looked at him, tears falling down her cheeks as she removed her hand from her mouth and nodded.

"Yes." She whispered. Dean closed his eyes, his jaw clenching.

"Did he hurt you?" Dean said, gritting his teeth. Kris tried hard not to start sobbing.

"Yes." She gasped out.

"What happened?" Kris shook her head and Dean opened his mouth to protest but Nancy came over.

"Whoa, what happened here?"

"Sorry, my hand hit the cup, it fell-."

"It's okay." She sweeped it up and smiled at them.

"Can I get you guys anything?" She faltered at the end, seeing the tear marks on Kris's face.

"You okay, Kris?" She said, concern filling her face. Kris smiled despite the tears.

"I'm fine, Nancy. Thanks." Nancy walked off, glancing back at Kris every now and then. Dean looked at Kris.

"Tell me everything that happened, Kris. Please."

"No. I can't." She said, tears falling down her face again. He got up and sat next to her. She edged away from him, but he gripped the tops of her arms with his hands.

"Kris, you need to tell me what happened!"

"HEY!" Jesse grabbed Dean from the shoulder and shoved him off the seat. Dean got up angrily.

"What the hell is your problem!" Dean said angrily.

"Leave her alone!" Jesse said.

"Jesse, don't! You have no idea what we're even talking about, so just leave us the fuck alone!" Kris said, jumping up from the seat. She grabbed Dean's arm.

"Come on, we'll talk over here."

"Kris-" Jesse grabbed her arm. She glared at him.

"We're not together anymore, Jesse. My life has nothing to do with yours. So stay the hell out of it." She yanked her arm away from his grip, trying to ignore the hurt she saw in his eyes over her words and led Dean over to a corner where no one was sitting. Dean shook his head and slapped his cheek, trying to keep himself awake. Kris grabbed his hand and held it in hers.

"I'm gonna make sure you stay awake. I promise." He smiled and leaned closer to her.

"Kris, what happened in your dream?" Kris sighed, but took a deep breath.

"It was yesterday. I've seen him a couple of times, but...nothing ever happened until yesterday. He'd just appear and then disappear. Then yesterday, I went to bed and dreamt I was outside with a mechanic who was fixing my car. He turned and it was...him. He laughed and told me it was good to see me again. I started to run, but he clawed at my back...with..."

"The bladed glove on his hand." Dean finished. Kris nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

"And I felt immense pain...and then I woke up, and I felt wet stuff on my bed. I got up and looked and saw blood all over my sheets. I ran to the bathroom and saw that he had actually cut my back open. I stayed up the rest of the night. I couldn't sleep. I was too scared." Dean cupped her cheek with his hand.

"We're gonna be OK."

"God, I hope so." He kissed her lightly and Kris smiled.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be back." She walked over to the girl's bathroom, walking past Jesse, but avoiding his eyes. She had reached the door when she felt someone grab her arm.

"Jesse, leave me al-" She turned and saw it was actually Nancy who had grabbed her arm.

"Oh, hey Nance."

"Are you okay? I saw you were crying before-"

'I'm fine." Kris cut in. Nancy sighed.

"I know we're not...friends or anything. But, if you need someone to talk to-"

"Since when are we not friends?" Kris said, surprised. Nancy looked at her, confused.

"Well, I mean, we're not exactly close or anything."

"Doesn't mean I don't consider you a friend, Nancy. Listen...I'm fine, I promise. Just, me and Dean are having some issues...but we're working on them." Nancy let go of her arm, her face thoughtful.

"Is it me, or has he been acting wierd, lately? And no offence, but he looks like crap. How long has it been since he's had any sleep?"

"He's having troubles sleeping...he's fine, promise." Kris went to open the door of the bathroom but Nancy grabbed her arm again, her face pale.

"Has he been having...nightmares?" Nancy said, her eyes focused on Kris only. Kris's eyes widened.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Of a...man...with a bladed glove for a hand?" Nancy said, her breathing racing. Kris gasped.

"Oh my god...you've seen him too!"

"NO!" Kris and Nancy's heads turned at the noise and fear flooded through Kris.

"Dean." She whispered. Her and Nancy exchanged looks and ran as fast as they could back to where Dean was sitting. Kris gasped and Nancy covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a scream. Dean's eyes were closed and he had a knife to his throat.

"Dean! Dean what are you doing!" Kris yelled. The knife inched closer to his throat.

"NO DEAN!" Kris screamed. He began to cut his own throat with the knife in his hand and Kris screamed, her throat feeling like it was ripping, the fear making her numb. Nancy tackled into Dean and his eyes opened and he gasped as blood gushed out of the wound in his neck. Kris sobbed loudly.

"DEAN!" She yelled. Nancy's hands flew to his wound as she tried to stop it from bleeding.

"Call 911!" She gasped, tears falling down her face.

"OH FUCK!" Jesse yelled as he ran to where Kris was.

"Where's your phone!" She yelled at him, tears falling down her face.

"On the table back there!"

"HERE!" Quentin, Jesse's friend yelled, shoving his phone into her hands. She dialled 911 and held the phone to her ear with a shaking hand. Nancy was staring at Dean in shock, tears falling down her face. Quentin ran to her and put his hands on top of hers.

"I got it, Nancy. I got it. You can move."

"No, no he'll die." She sobbed. Tears ran down Quentin's eyes too.

"Nancy, it's okay, I got him."

"NO!" She yelled. Jesse ran his hands through his hair, tears falling down his own face.

"FUCK!" He yelled hysterically.

"Hello? Listen, my name is Kristen Fowles, i'm at the Springwood Diner and my boyfriend, Dean, he's really badly hurt! His throat's been cut, he needs help!" Kris said into the phone shakily. She looked down at Dean's body on the floor, knowing things were never going to be the same ever again.


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