Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Twelve years later…

The wind blew softly from the ocean. At an ice cream stand a Man ordered to cones, “a single scoop of vanilla and a double scoop of chocolate, please.”

“One single vanilla. One double chocolate. Both cones. Total with tax comes to three sixty seven,” replied the Woman behind the counter. “Can I get a name?”

“Noah,” the Man handed her the currency.

“Alright Noah, find a seat and we will bring your ice cream to you,” she replied.

Noah looked out into the ocean view with a smile on his face as he made his way back to his seat, “where’s the ice cream, dad?”

“Apparently they’re bringing the icecream to us,” Noah replied.

“Ooh fancy hut,” Noah’s twenty year old daughter joked.

They laughed together as the waiter brought them their ice cream, “double scoop of chocolate, Your favorite,” said Noah. “Happy birthday Maggie Miller.”

“Thanks dad,” Maggie smiled, took a lick of her ice cream, and fell face first into it.

“Maggie!” Noah cried out as blood gushed from the fresh hole in her head. Her in his arms Noah gazed helplessly into her lifeless eyes. Looking up, he could see a brief glint. A small refraction of light off in the distance. It was the killer’s scope. Gently laying his daughter down as the Emergency Medical Responders arrived, he ran toward where the glint had been. Reaching the location, the only trace of evidence was fleeting hint of the strong and distinct scent of marijuana.

The funeral was drawn out with a lengthy sermon Noah was too lost to hear and a slow burial he could not unsee. “Mr. Miller?” Two Men in crisp black suits stood behind him. “You are under arrest for hiring a hitman to murder your daughter,” said one of the Men as they cuffed him.

“Wait, what?” Noah questioned. “You think I killed her?!”

“We found a contract for her assassination with your signiture on it,” one of the Men replied showing him the contract.

“That’s a forgery!” Noah insisted. “You can’t be serious! I loved my daughter, why would I want her dead?”

“We were hoping you could tell us,” one of the Men replied.

In a small room with steel reinforced concrete walls, Noah sat at a table, hands cuffed, staring into a mirror on the wall. When the one and only door finally opened a Fennec Fox stood bipedally with his arms crossed behind his back and a look of disappointment upon his face, “the fuck are you?”

“Primates, never willing to accept that they are not alone,” the beige furred Fennec replied. “You do not remember me, but I know you.”

“You framed me,” Noah caught on immediately. “You killed my Maggie?”

“I did not kill your daughter, but I did frame you,” the Fennec replied.

“Who are you?” Noah demanded to know.

“My name is Drak, I am God” the Fennec replied. “I made your people think you were involved because I need you to kill the one who did kill your daughter.”

“God? Really?,” Noah rolled his eyes and shook his head. “If you’re God, why do you need my help. Who could possibly challenge you?”

“She is the most dangerous Woman in my Multiverse,” Drak explained. “She has murdered countless innocent lives caused mayhem and chaos throughout my Realms. She is somehow able to manipulate Time and Space around her and must be stopped, but I cannot get to her. No one can. No one knows her true name. The only thing that is known is she smokes marijuana. She is a ghost and now, thanks to me, so are you.”

“Who am I? Some sort of action hero?” Noah questioned.

“If that is what you wish to call yourself, yes.” Drak’s face showed concern, “you are our only hope. Noah Miller, help me rid the Multiverse of this monster and take your revenge. Please.”

Noah thought a moment about his daughter and things they did together. “I’m gonna need a way to navigate this Multiverse of yours, a nice suit, and guns. Lots of guns.”

“You will have anything you need,” Drak replied. “Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this for you,” Noah replied. “I’m doing this for Maggie.”