Prologue
The sky darkened and rain crashed down to earth. Kristofer Dommin sat behind the wheel of his band's tour van, "Rose", gritting his teeth as he maneuvered the slick streets. Konstantine sat beside him, gripping the sides of the passenger seat until his knuckles were white. Further back, Cameron Morris stared blankly out the window, his blue eyes following the rain drops that seemed to race down the glass. Behind him, Billy James stared down at his laptop, Skyping with a close friend that lived in their home state of California. Music played softly from their radio, filling the van with a serene feeling.
The band was their way to play a show in St. Louis, at a small club called The Pageant. None of them had expected to hit a wall of torrential rain fall. Kris had already had to pull over once and wait it out for a while. They'd be late if he did it again. H.I.M. was the main band, so they knew that if even if they were just a little late, most people wouldn't even care. They were there for the main band, so what if some sucky ass opening band didn't make it? But they still wanted to make an impression, and they'd welcomed the challenge of winning over the H.I.M. fans. Kris was particularly fond of fans walking up to them after their set, or messaging him on the band's website, stating they went to the show for HIM and left as new Dommin fans.
"We should be there soon." Kris said, taking a minute to glance over at the GPS system.
"Thank God." Konstantine blurted, loosening his grip a little on the seat.
"What's wrong?" Kris asked.
"Oh nothing...I'm just afraid I'm going to be ejected from my seat any minute now." Konstantine replied sarcastically.
"I'm doing the best I can, I can assure you we'll make it there in one piece. I know what I'm doing." Kris shot back indignantly, offended that his friend and bandmate didn't trust his driving. If anything, it should be the other way around, seeing as the quiet frontman seemed to be the only one capable of staying off his phone when on a shift. He even considered offering to drive them out of St. Louis after the show, just to avoid any discrepancies.
"I know you do, I was just giving you a hard time." Konstantine laughed, nudging his friend playfully.
Kris shook his head and went back to driving. They had just turned the corner and were on the street of the venue, when he felt it. A tug. Someone's psychic powers were tugging on his own, as if trying to pull from his energy. He tried to resist, turning the tables and tugging back. It was surprisingly easy, which meant whoever it was, wasn't as in tune with their powers as he was. From the passenger seat, Konstantine groaned, grabbing his head. His energy was being tapped into too. Strange. Was it someone at the venue? Kris wondered.
"What's going on? Why are we stopped?" Billy asked, from his seat in the back.
At first Kris didn't know what Billy was talking about, but then he realized that in his moment of hesitancy to allow this stranger to draw upon his energy, he had stopped the van in the middle of the street. He blushed lightly, and hoped the guys didn't notice. "Sorry about that," He said, "I'll explain later." He stepped on the gas and headed towards The Pageant.