Title: Fade to Black
Disclaimer: Yeah, CSI:NY is so not mine.
Searing golden light bears down on auburn curls as Stella runs, black shoes on even blacker pavement. She catches a glimpse of an orange blur as it runs on around the corner ahead of her. The grainy crackle of her radio says backup is coming, to stand down. She hears yellow fear in Mac's voice, but her eyes see only red.
And orange.
She glimpses one more flash of orange bending around brown stone. She follows it, blue waves rushing in her ears, as she thinks of the destruction this yellow-livered coward has left behind him. She turns, and comes face to face with brown eyes holding a steel gun.
A moment of white silence.
Then the pain slams into her, white-hot and angry. She can smell the grey smoke and brilliant scarlet bursts of light erupt before her eyes.
She sees the sky above her, and sky blue shoes beside her, as the pale man looms over her, sea breeze calm. He holds his silver gun above her, and she stares into depthless night on a sunny bright day.
Black moments tick by.
Then there is another shot, this one red-hot loud and right behind her. The man beside her drops, and another takes his place.
"Officer down! Immediate assistance required, I repeat officer down!"
She has never heard such lemon yellow fear in Mac's voice, so bright it threatens to shut out all the other colors around her. He leans over her, blue eyes meeting green. He speaks, but she can barely hear him, can only just make out the words from pale pink lips.
"Hold on."
She holds on. She holds on to the gray wisps of life still clinging to her. She holds on to the green trees and the brown buildings and the blue eyes above her.
But she is so tired, and emerald eyes close against their will. She is now in a shadowy world, where color is only almost there. Stella forces her eyes open, wills color back to her life.
But it is not to be.
She notices the blue sky has turned to grey. The last grasps of her mind know that that's not right. She realizes that the brown buildings have turned to grey, and so has his face. Only his eyes remain blue, the solitary color left in her world.
He watches as the colorless ground greedily drinks up her crimson blood. It seeps relentlessly, splashes of vermillion against tan skin. He pleads with her to hang on, to hold on, watches in horror as the green in her eyes changes. It is no longer like an emerald-glinting, shimmering, faceted. It is now like glass-pale, dull, glazed.
Lifeless.
Her world greys around her, but as long as she can see the blue of his eyes, she hangs on. When they too turn grey at last, she knows it is the end of her rainbow.
She fades to black.
Finis