Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or this Blanket of Fear song by Papa Roach.

A/N: This was originally going to be a songfic to this song but I think I can really make this story into something.

Blanket Of Fear

So hold on to your dreams
Because your nightmares might seem like your reality
Hold on to your dreams
Because your nightmares might seem like your reality

A splashing of water is heard as a teen no more then 15 years old runs through a puddle down a dark, deserted alley with his footsteps making the only sounds in the silent night. In desperate need of a break but too afraid to stop in case they are still following him--he keeps running. His legs hurt and his chest is burning from having been running nonstop for at least an hour, but he can't afford to stop now. All of this had started when he left his friend's house over an hour ago.

He crossed the street to the alley across from where Shawn, one of his closet friends, lived in a small town house with his dad were he could safely orb home without a witness. It would have been simpler to orb home from Shawn's warm house rather then come out in this freezing cold night, but he just couldn't do that. Shawn was actually the only one who really got what Chris had gone through last year when he had lost his mother. Shawn too had lost his mother and had known the right words to say or when to just give Chris his space. Chris really valued his friendship with Shawn and wanted more than anything to just tell him he was a witch/Whitelighter, but he couldn't. It wasn't that he would be exposing magic, since it was already exposed, but because Chris didn't want to put his friend in that position.

Since the day magic had been exposed, the world hadn't been the same since. Everyone saw magic has something to be feared and the world had taken actions to protect themselves. Now witches were not burned at the stake like old times, but were instead sent to a "special" jail. The so-called "special" jails were nothing more than a government owned and moderated hell. Sure, the prisons got food and water, but they were treated like serial killers. They had no rights, no freedom and only a few brave visitors. If you visited someone there, you were then followed and moderated until you slipped up and showed magic. When you showed magic then it was no real surprise when you too were roughly captured and taken to a "special" jail.

There were "special" jails all over the world because they feared too many witches in one place would be able to get free and then do harm. Chris supposed that was because of the prison break he had heard of once. The witches involved in that prison break were never heard from again and it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened to them.

Chris wouldn't admit this to anyone--but he was terrified. He knew it was just a matter of time before there were no more "special" jails because there would be no more witches. All witches will give up who they are to survive and those who are brave enough to keep their identities will be dead. Soon there will be no more capturing just killing. All it took was one incident to turn the world into this so all it will take is another incident to show everyone alive witches are too dangerous.

Chris was terrified of that other incident because he knew then soon after that good magic would be gone forever and then the real terrifying things would happen. With no good magic evil would rise again and take over the world because no one would have the power to stop it; the world rid itself of all good and therefore let itself be taken over by evil. Now that is what really terrified Chris.

It wasn't until he had to duck under a fireball coming at him did Chris realize that he was not alone. Chris sent the next fireball back at his attacker before it could hit him. The fireball merely ricocheted off the demon and came flying back at Chris which he barley had time to dodge. He then looked around the alley for anything to vanquish the approaching demon with, but it was proving to be difficult; he had to duck or dodge every approaching fireball and look for any sharp or heavy object in the darkness, which was only light up by the fireballs he was trying not to be hit with.

Just starting to feel the desperation of his situation, he saw a lone steal pipe lying off in the distance. Wasting no time, he flung out his arm and directed the pipe to the demon trying to kill him. The force of the pipe now impaling the demon was so strong he flew back and hit the wall causing cracks to form in the cement blocks. All that was left of the demon were ashes.

It wasn't that uncommon to have demons attacking witches in the open like this because it meant the witch would be exposed. Demons were usually dumb but even they too knew what would happen to a witch once his/her magic is exposed to the world. The demons attacked to either expose a witch or steal their powers before the world kills them. Even the demons knew the world would soon belong to them. So a demon attack didn't surprise Chris, but a crowd of people standing at the end of the alley watching him--did.

"Oh, shit," he cursed to no one particular.

There was also a Witch Watch established to patrol each neighborhood for witches. Witch Watch didn't usually come down this road until 11:19 and checking his watch, he saw it was 11:22.

"Damn."

He had been so focused on not being killed that he had lost track of time. Chris knew this alley luckily was not a dead end and not wasting any time--he ran.

He didn't want to be captured and that was what Witch Watch did. Witch Watch was suppose to only look for witches and then tell the police so they could deal with it but no one did. Every member of a neighborhood Witch Watch was seen as a hero for going up against a "dangerous" witch and if they captured one then they were really a hero. It all sickened Chris that they had degraded witches to some kind of feral animal that had to be captured and "taken care of." If he weren't so busy running for his life he would have told his chasers so.

The Witch Watch may have numbers and electrocuting guns on their side but Chris was on the track team and could run faster then middle age men could. He ran down alley after alley never losing his speed too afraid they would catch up to him. Chris was pretty sure they weren't close enough to fire their electrocuting guns but wasn't about to turn around and look. He also didn't know if they had seen his face yet since it was pretty dark, but he couldn't be sure. If they had seen his face then he would be tracked down and captured so running right now could be useless. Chris didn't know anything for sure right now except he would not give up and surrender so he would keep running until he lost them or until he was forcefully captured.

Chris keep running, but he was so tired. He just wanted to take a break and rest but had no idea if they were still following him. He had been going through alley after alley looking for a way out but had found none. Chris wanted to just orb but if one of the Witch Watcher's shot off his electrocuting gun he might get electrocuted before he had time to fully orb and if that happened then it would all be over. He couldn't take that chance but he was so tired that soon he would have no choice because he would be captured one way or the other. He was so exhausted but he would not give up so he pushed himself harder and kept running.

Something heavy blocked his footfalls and he tripped. Chris fell onto the hard pavement with a thud. He was panting from running for so long and tried to get up again--but he couldn't. Fear washed over him as he looked down the alley to see if the Witch Watch was coming for him.

Your nightmares are your reality

A/N: Please review and say if you want me to continue with this. I do have big ideas for this story so please review and tell me if you are interested in this story continuing or not.