1 Blue

They say psychics can see the color of time and they say it's blue. Since time is a non-linear dimensional property of this universe, nobody would really be able to perceive it. Not even the frauds that call themselves "Psychics" would be able to since they possess no psychic powers. An actual psychic would have many abilities such as pyrokinesis, telepathy, telekinesis… to name a few. A real psychic would be able to tell the truth about the lies of the fraudulent "Psychics." If only…

It was a midsummer afternoon in an abandoned hospital in the rundown section of the city. Within the depths of the hospital, there came a scream. A man in a black hooded cloak that had been wandering about the vacant premise unwittingly stumbled upon a trail of blood. He kneeled down and touched it with his index finger. Then he put it up to his hood and sniffed it through the void that had concealed his face. With a flick of his wrist, the blood that was smeared on his index finger flew off and splat on the wall in a congealed mess. It hadn't been that much blood, but the trail was fresh so he decided to follow it because he was curious as to what had happened and what life-form the blood belonged to.

It led to an archway that was riddled with bullet holes and cobwebs. The trail of blood had pooled up right inside of the foreboding archway. Beyond this was a hallway shrouded in a lingering darkness as pitch as the night sky. An ominous growl came from deep within. At the foot of the archway near the pool of blood was a flashlight. The flashlight was nearly out of juice. The man in the cloak picked up the flashlight, turned it off, set it to the side, and walked past the blood into the hallway.

At the end of the hallway was a light and the sound of crunching bones. He followed the sound and came upon a sunlit room with the ceiling caved in. There was a dark mass on the pile of rubble. Blood was coming from behind it. The man in the cloak looked closer as this was not normal. It was a horse-sized spider chewing on the remains of an unfortunate human being. There were mutilated bodies strewn about the room. There were huge webs here and there with humans cocooned within an unnaturally hard web.

The spider sensed the man in the cloak and turned around. It had eight red eyes the color of a perfectly cut ruby, except one of them was stabbed out. The spider had scythe-like front legs that could easily rend a human being in two. It hissed at him with an angry conviction. 

The man held out his gauntleted hand and unleashed his psychic aura...