The middle aged man stood alone in the white room.

His normally cleanly cut brown hair was all ruffled up, the stubble on his chin had grown out into a pathetic looking beard, and the dark purple bags underneath his eyes were undeniable. It was blatant that he hadn't slept for days. Despite his condition, he was smiling. However, it wasn't your everyday smile, smirk or sneer; it was more of a sinister grin, of sorts.

And for what reason was this wretched looking man smiling at the unaware "city that never sleeps" fifty eight floors below him?

That could be answered by the black haired girl who walked into the room at that exact moment.

"You called." she stated bluntly as her feet carried her closer to the man.

"That I did." he replied, still looking out at the lights in the night out the window. He turned toward her.

"I need a favor." He said, his hazel eyes piercing into her skull, or at least it seemed.

"That depends on if it involves money being put into my pocket." she countered, staring back as if it were a contest.

"Oh, it certainly does. I've got a target. I need him here by the end of the semester; you know what your job is."

He handed her a photograph. She analyzed it carefully, taking in every detail of the person in the photo.

"He seems okay. Definitely not hard on the eyes, but looks a bit clueless. This should be pretty easy." she replied, handing back to him the photo of the brown haired, blue eyed boy.

"Good; you won't have to fake your age either, both of you are coming into Junior year on Monday." He offered.

"Oh, and Mr. Allistar?"

"He just smiled at her, shaking his head. "Please dear, we've been over this. Call me Liam."

Well, I am SUPER excited to start this. Sorry, it's awfully short, but I'll make them longer. Oh, and a question. Can you guys see the awesome picture I made for this, because it doesn't show up for me. Whatever. Demigod Idol will be up soon, I promise. Just that ol' writer's block…so yeah, I hope you like it. Adios!

~Dezi~