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</div></div><br/>Trevan was born and raised in the good old state of Texas, a place where if anyone got offended by the first amendment, they'd more than likely would be introduced to the second amendment pretty damn quick. Obviously, Trevan's sassy mouth went along with the same courageous pluck and sarcastic wit as he began the time old ritual of engaging in introductory bullshit with a stranger he met on the computer. Trevan had to admit to himself that Tolek was much more handsome that his avatar appeared on the web. His candid, opinionated questions got directly to the point behind the hidden agenda that motivated their meeting this evening.<br/><br/><br/>Yep, his honey-thick southern drawl had a way of swaying people, but so did his ability to call a spade a spade give him a pervasive appeal. Trevan Bennett wasn't anything like the other human beings around him that were still scrambling through life just to be the first to cross over the invisible finish line. For everyone else at the cafe, the finish line moved just out of reach for them to reach their goal. Except Trevan knew the running conditions, and the route ahead of schedule. By the time everyone else caught up with him, he'd already won the race and was on the sidelines panting for breath. For the longest time, he casually observed Tolek and tried to decipher the message that came into his third eye.<br/><br/><br/>When he was a child, Trevan was a silent witness isolated by his strange visions of the future. Now that he was a man, he was able to connect the dots a lot easier than ever before. The exception to the ruke was that his ability became muted if any future event involved himself. He was only accurate when he caught glimpses of future events for anyone else. In the moment of truth, the reality of what mysteries lie behind the hidden curtain that separated life and death sometimes knocked the breath from him. Trevan developed his game face in adolescence along with the hard shell to shield him from hurt by bullies and even those that were too blinded by their beliefs to understand how special his gifts were.<br/><br/><br/>Trevan kept many of his gifts hidden for a reason, because it was a safer bet for him to keep his abilities quiet around anyone he wanted to get to know better. In the event he did divulge any premonitory vision about an event yet to take place, Trevan always softened the news with a few jokes to offset the utter disbelief from those who didn't have second sight. He politely rose from his chair when Tolek approached, and thrust out his hand in a friendly greeting.<b> "Just call me Trevan, or Trey. Pleasure's all mine, Tolek."</b><br/><br/><br/>The electricity seemed to be buzzing between them, and Trevan felt a sensation of static surge into his palm as his hand gripped Tolek's for the handshake.<b>"Dang. You're like a lightnin' bolt, aintch'ya?"</b><br/><br/><br/>Trevan laughed, wringing out his numb fingers for a moment.<i>"Jeetjet? </i><b>Was fixin' tuh git sumthin' t'eat, n' we can shoot the breeze a little bit. I'm havin' the chicken fried steak with the mashed taters or mac and cheese with fried chicken fer supper. You ain't lived until ya eat some real Texas. This here's the place."</b>Trevan smiled, at ease as he sat down across the table from Tolek.<br/><br/><br/>A uniformed, perky 20 year old with a yellow #2 pencil lodged in her loose chignon approached their table as if on cue, placing menus and a set of utensils wrapped in thick paper napkins beside Tolek and Trevan. Leveling his gaze at her name tag, it spelled out in red letters M-a-g-g-i-e, so Trevan called her by name.<br/><br/><br/><i>"Howdy y'all. My name's Maggie n' I'll be yer server tonight! Welcome to the Opera Cafe. What can I get ya?"</i><br/><br/><br/><b>"Howdy Maggie. I'd like a sweet tea n' the chicken fried steak with a side a' taters n' beans. My buddy here wants a gingerbread latte. What ya eatin' brah?</b><br/><br/><br/><i>"Howya want it done?"</i>she was jotting down the order on the pad of paper in her hand.<br/><br/><br/><b>"All the way, Maggie. Medium rare. And whatever he wants t'eat is my treat. Oh and a side a' cornbread, please?"</b><br/><br/><br/>After Maggie received their order, she smiled at Tolek.<i> "You ain't from 'round here are ya darlin? Bless yer heart!"</i><br/><br/><br/>Trevan was thinking,<i><b> no he sure ain't.</b></i><br/><br/><br/>He could see her aura as bright as a cloudless sky, and it bumped into storm clouds as she leaned closer to Tolek in order to get his food order straightened out. She was pointing out some specials on the menu that was stuck behind the salt and pepper shakers and the napkin holder. Trevan was puzzled as to why Tolek's aura looked so ominous. It seemed to get worse whenever Maggie got close to him, and recovered when she backed away completely. Tolek's aura had dimensions in it of a seer, but the connection to the universal energy was distorted, by something that Trevan couldn't identify.<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly the interior of the Opera Cafe completely vanished from view. Trevan blinked his eyes as he looked up and saw the funny yet iconic frog graffiti on<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.haleynagy.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2009%2F01%2Fdaniel-johnston-hi-how-are-you-580x435.jpg&amp;hash=d6bc0da203033b44bab031a0430bacf4" href="http://www.haleynagy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/daniel-johnston-hi-how-are-you-580x435.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Guadalupe Street and Seventh Avenue,</a>in downtown Austin. He was crossing the street, and then there was a flash of headlights. He was in the middle of the intersection and his ears filled with the blare of the air horn, the squeal of a truck's brakes and the sudden crushing impact of metal against flesh and bone. But it wasn't Trevan that was lying dead in the road. It was the waitress, Maggie.<br/><br/><br/>Trevan was unaware that his hand reached out to grab the back of Maggie's wrist, the intensity so strong that it took her by surprise.<b> "Don't walk by the frog on Guadaloop. Don't cross the street tonight. Just ask a friend for a ride home, Maggie." </b>Trevan's voice sounded strange, almost guttural.<br/><br/><br/><i>"Ow, yer hurtin' me. Let me go." </i>she gasped, snatching her hand away.<i>"Weirdo.</i>" she gave him a frightened look as she backed away from the table and ran into the kitchen.<br/><br/><br/>Another waitress had to replace her, because Maggie was so freaked out by Trevan's gift of prophecy. The curly haired man seemed unfazed by what happened, but worried that Maggie wouldn't heed his advice.<br/><br/><br/>Good food and drink followed and then Trevan was able to chat with Tolek.<b> "It'll be nice having new blood on the team, Tolek. I have to ask ya this...how long have ya been gifted?"</b><br/><br/><br/>The fact that he was put him and Trevan on the same side, but on the same token it opened them up to forces that could potentially latch on and become dangerous.<br/><br/><br/>Trevan<i>needed </i>to be certain.<br/><br/><br/><b>"Well tell ya what, since ya got yer own place an' yer new to Austin....what say you n' me take the tour of the city sometime? We got a few days before we start setting up for the lock-down, an' it don't make any kinda sense to waste a trip all the way out here an' spend all that cash on a room when you can git it fer nuthin. It ain't Southern hospitality, its Texas grown an' bred. Ya feel me?" </b>Trevan replied.<br/><br/>He was all in.