A/N: This came from a little poetic-y thing I wrote a couple months ago, focusing just on colors, but now I'm making a little bit of a backstory. Each chapter will have these little one-liners about a color (think of it as a hint of what to come in that chapter). This will be a story (7 or 8 chapters maybe?) switching between Shawn and Juliet's POV. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych.
White. The night is white. He sees nothing but pure, ivory bleakness. Where, a moment ago, he could see, the world adorned in vivid color, there is now nothingness.
"Shawn, you need to be careful!" comes Juliet's voice, crackling through the radio that Shawn is carrying, but he pays little attention. He is well aware of the potential danger that he is in, and he does not doubt that he should be moving with caution.
In fact, he is so focused on what is in front of him, that he doesn't look behind.
He doesn't see the bat as it comes out of nowhere, hitting him on the head.
He doesn't know what has happened in those last few seconds, head throbbing, being dragged away.
And he doesn't find out, because then unconsciousness claims him.