Dylans New Nightmare. A Nightmare on Elm Street fanfiction

Goodbye My Friend

I just wanted to say before this chapter starts that Wes Craven was and still is my favorite horror director & writter.
He gave birth to my top horror Killer Freddy Kruger. (I also love thr mans other works)

Anyway I just want to let everyone know. R.I.P Wesley Earl Craven. (1939-2015)

Remember just because someone dies in the story, dosn't mean they won't be in the flashbacks.
Enjoy.

Johnny pulled Heather of off her shocked husband. "Heather!" The actor snapped, holding her back. "Hands off!" She snapped getting away from Johnny. She was breathing heavily and her body was shaking. "Dylan!" She snapped bending down to check her son over. He was on his knees, looking at something.

The Doctor and Wes helped the very shocked Robert up off the floor. "Are you alright?" Heather whispered, looking the child over. The boy pointed down. "Rex saved me." He muttered with sad eyes. Heather glanced to the floor and noticed her sons favorite toy had four rips down its side.

"He did-Thank God he did." She muttered pulling her son into her arms. She did her best not to cry as she held her son. "Can we save him?" The boy asked heart broken. Robert watched his wife and child, worried and confused. Whats been going on since he left? It was almost like Heather belived Freddy Kruger was real.

"Yes-Rex will not die-Okay?" She asked touching her sons face. "Heather, your hand!" Robert snapped seeing her stiches had opened up and dark red blood was staining her skin.

"What?-Robert, were where you!?" Heather snapped not even worried about herself. "And what happened to your face?" She asked touching the bruse on her hasbands cheek. He sighed and gently removed her hand. "I-Honey, you jumped on me." He said looking  closers at his wife.she looked sleep deprived and basically like she'd gone crazy, just like Wes and..Dylan.

He gulped and carefully moved her hair away from her pale face. "N-No-I jumped on him - On the thing so it wouldn't hurt Dylan- It was after him!" Heather said in a panic. Robert sighed and held her shoulders to keep her still. "No. Nothing was-." He started, glancing around.

It was beyond clear that something was wrong with his wife. She was acting very strang and unlike herself. It was really scarying the older man. Robert sighed seeing everyone was still watching them. "Lets get you fixed back up." He muttered, rubbing her shoulder. Heather shook her head. "What about Dylan?" She asked with wide eyes. "I'll stay with him Heather, you go with Robert." Johnny said taking the boy by the hand. "But-." Heather started. "It's okay Mom. You need to get better." Dylan said with a smile.

Heather let her husband pull her along, but she turned to keep an eye on her son as he pulled her. Johnny picked Dylan up and started in another direction.  The Doctor watched until Heather and Robert were gone, before she followed after Johnny.

Wes was now alone in the once packed out hallway. The man sighed and picked the toy up. "Lucky he had you-Or he would be you right now." The man muttererd looking at the toy.

"So it was you?" Heather asked as another Nurse started working on her hand. "Yes. Dylan was screaming and running down the hallway. I was worried so I started after him and then-." The man said softly, before he was cut off by his wife. Heather gulped. "I-I jumped on and started hitting you-Robert I-." She looked down felling terrible. "I'm sorry." She muttered. He smirked and took her free hand. "It's alright. Have you been talking to Wes?" He asked softly. She blinked confused.

"I belive that Heather is making her son think that all the craziness shes seeing is real. Did you see her jump on her huband? It was-Odd." The Doctor muttered. She had once again pulled Johnny from the room Dylan was in.