Author's Note: Wow! I love the one review that I got so far, so much, that I decided to update as soon as possible.

And ForeverNocturnal, I wasn't too wild about the remake, either, but after I delved into it more, I saw that some of what they did in the remake was what Wes Craven would've (maybe) done in the original, had it not been for that whole McMartin School trial that had been going on at the time. Plus, and I'm not sure why, but I never sat down to watch the remake until this morning when I couldn't sleep (and yes, scary movies help me sleep), and I was actually captivated by Rooney Mara in her role as Nancy. Of course, they made it totally different with her last name and her mother and all, but that's why, in a way, I'm combining them both to make my own story out of it.

Also, I noticed that I got the date wrong and will try and change it later, but I have bad eyes and couldn't see on my TV until I got really close on it. The date on the school picture said 1994-1995, so I'm sticking with that time frame, and my part of the story starts in 1995.

So anyways, here's the second chapter!

None of the kids in Nancy's class knew what was going on. Mrs. Hildebrand came back in, only saying that Nancy was found. That made everybody worry...even Jesse, who didn't really like Nancy all that much.

After the rest of the kids went back to drawing, Quentin finally stood up and went to his teacher's desk. "Mrs. H...you can tell me the truth, you know. You always tell us not to lie. I-Is Nancy okay?"

Mrs. Hildebrand knew that Quentin was Nancy's best—actually, only—friend, so she felt there was no need to really lie to him...he'd find out something soon enough. His dad would see to that. "Nancy is hurt, Quentin. I won't tell you what happened, but I won't lie to you...she is hurt, but I believe that she'll be fine soon."

Quentin felt like his stomach would explode. What could've happened to Nancy, here? Then he remembered—Fred. "Did Mr. Krueger do it?"

Mrs. Hildebrand's eyes went wide in shock, because of where Nancy was found, everyone who'd been there suspected the same thing. The rest of the parents were actually out, looking for him at that very moment, which was the only reason the kids were still at the school. "Why would you ask that?"

Quentin got very nervous...Nancy warned him not to tell, but he felt he was in too deep now, to lie. His teacher didn't lie to him, so he felt he needed to return the favor. "B-because he always looks at her, and not like he should. Nancy told me that—" But Quentin stopped and turned around. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were all looking at him and Mrs. Hildebrand.

Mrs. Hildebrand stood up, looking at the class. "Go back to work, children." Then she took Quentin by the hand and led him outside.

Once they were where nobody could hear, Mrs. Hildebrand sat down and looked at Quentin. "Okay Quent...what did Nancy tell you?"

Quentin looked around, just to make sure that nobody was there, then he sighed, looking back at his teacher. "Nancy told me that during recess one day, when she was in the classroom drawing, Mr. Krueger came in..."

Mrs. Hildebrand saw that Quentin was about to cry, so she gave him a moment, then rubbed his shoulder affectionately. "Go on," she whispered.

Quentin sniffled, holding back his tears. Even though he wasn't supposed to tell...he'd promised. "Mr. Krueger came in, and sat with Nancy. They talked. Then, she had to go to the restroom, so he went with her." He took a deep breath, trying to be brave...for Nancy. Mrs. Hildebrand needed to know. "She said she went into the stall, but he wouldn't let her lock it. He came in there, and when she was done..."

At this point, Quentin did start crying. Mrs. Hildebrand reached for a tissue that she kept snugged under the strap of her watch, handing it to him. He blew his nose, and Mrs. Hildebrand waited for him to calm down...but time was precious, so she asked what she was beginning to suspect, anyways. "Did Mr. Krueger...did he touch Nancy?"

Quentin nodded. "He touched her where she goes to the potty. He also told her that he'd do more than that, one day."

Mrs. Hildebrand smiled sympathetically at Quentin, giving him a hug. "Thank you. You're such a brave boy."

"Just...please don't tell Nancy I told," he pleaded. "I don't want her to get mad at me."

Mrs. Hildebrand nodded. "I won't tell Nancy. Now, let's go back to class."

They went in, but when Mrs. Hildebrand could get some time, she got an aide to come in and went down to the office. She had to inform the cops of what Quentin had just now told her, which was frightening, especially after what had happened today.

At the hospital, Don and Gwen stood outside their daughter's room. They'd had to sedate her to even get near her, and were doing a full exam, including a rape kid. Don paced as Gwen just stood near the door, waiting for it to open.

After some time, it finally did, and a doctor, in his mid-thirties, walked out. He shook the anxious parents' hands. "I'm Dr. Kenzy, and I'll be taking care of Nancy while she's here."

"What happened Dr?" Don asked, not wanting to beat around the bush. "What happened to Nancy?"

He took them to a quiet room, where they were alone, and sat down with them. "As I suspected, she was raped. Brutally, too. It seemed that he used his penis and..." the doctor trailed off, and both parents knew it must've been bad if the doctor couldn't even get through it. But soon he took a deep breath and went on. "Um...it seems he also may have used a knife, or something quite like it."

"Oh God!" Gwen cried. Her hand went up to her mouth as she began to sob. Don moved over to his ex-wife, taking her in his arms as he nodded for the doctor to go on.

"Um...she'll be in pain, but we've stitched it up. She'll have to be careful for the next two weeks. And with the amount of damage that was done, it's likely that she'll never be able to have children of her own." Dr. Kenzy shuffled through the chart as he found some papers and began to read from them. "She had multiple deep cuts; three to her chest, which required about twenty-five stitches a piece. Many to her arms and legs, as well as a few to her face. The total amount of stitches required were one hundred-thirty seven." Gwen cried louder at that, while Don, trying to be strong, couldn't help himself, and let out a sob.

After he calmed down, Don looked at the doctor. "How bad will the scarring be?" He knew, at a time like this, it shouldn't matter, but it would to Nancy. She saw herself as ugly, even though she wasn't. He didn't know what would become of her, now.

The doctor took a moment, shaking his head, before looking back up. "I won't lie to you. Unless the scarring subsides, which I doubt it will...you're daughter will be permanently disfigured."

It took a moment for the parents to process but, once it did, they set aside their turmoil for now. They hugged, and promised one-another that they would come together—for Nancy's sake.

Two days had passed, and Nancy still refused to speak. Everyone knew it was Krueger who'd done this to her, but they couldn't find him and Nancy refused to say anything—anything at all.

Gwen was in her hospital room, packing her suitcase. She was set to go home later that day. Gwen had instructions on how to clean her wounds, as well as her medications, including one for pain. They were also putting her on an anti-depressant and a sedative. Anytime a man, besides her father, came within two feet of her, she freaked out, so all the medications were needed. The last thing she needed was to rip her stitches out.

Gwen wondered how in the world things could ever get back to seemingly normal. If only she could turn back the clock...but she couldn't. If only she could make Nancy forget...

A whimper came from across the room. Gwen rushed over, seeing that Nancy had been crying, but was now holding her face. One of her cuts was on her cheek, and Gwen just knew that the tear had stung it. "It's okay baby, ssh..." she whispered soothingly as she got out some ointment and applied it. Soon, Nancy relaxed enough to lay back down and Gwen went back to packing her things.

While she had a lot of gifts and cards, as well as visitors, Nancy never saw them. Quentin begged to come in, but in Nancy's current state, that wasn't going to happen. As she finished packing and called for Donald to come get them, she wondered back to her previous thought: If, and only if, she could make Nancy forget, than maybe things could get back to normal. Only the scars would show, but they could make up something about that. The more Gwen thought about it, the more it seemed to work. They could do it, her and Don...maybe live together, get Nancy used to that, and soon, she could forget everything that Krueger had done to her.

Gwen smiled, knowing it could work...all they had to do was try.

But first, they had to get rid of Krueger, once and for all!