Public Enemy Zero
Authors: Andrew Mayne
PUBLIC ENEMY ZERO
By Andrew Mayne
Copyright © 2011 Andrew Mayne
Cover Copyright © 2011 Andrew Mayne
@AndrewMayne
andrewmaynebooks.com
This book is a work of fiction.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to Justin Robert Young, Adam Marcus and everyone who helped me with this book: Dan Dirks, Lachlan Burns, Steve Griffin, RKMagic, Becky Graves, James Walsh, Ryan Crutchfield, Mario Orsini, Matt Cairoli, Eliyahu Wincelberg, Dave Egleston, Drew Dickelman, Iris Newman and Dennis Owens.
Prologue
The Naked Man in the Forest sat on a rotting ash tree trunk and stared at a tangle of vines on a nearby oak. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting thousands of pinpoints of light on the ground like tiny golden stars.
He could feel insects crawling over him. The moss under his scrotum was making him itch. But he remained still. Even as mosquitoes landed on his bare flesh and drank from him, he did nothing. He was waiting for Her to appear. Sometimes she made him wait hours. It was her way.
He was tiny and insignificant in her presence. He thought he had sinned in her eyes. He’d gotten lost in his Otherself and forgotten who he truly was. Birds chirped and forest things went about their work in the brush around him. He sat quietly, thankful that She had let him sit in her garden.
He watched as the vines on the oak began to undulate. Green leaves formed into supple lips. White flowers formed her eyes. Moss and twigs formed the bridge of her nose, and her beautiful face formed before him.
Hello my child.
Tears welled in his eyes. He was always happiest in her presence. Without her, he was nothing. He was worse than nothing; he was a pestilence. Something wicked and dark.
Why are you crying my child?
The naked man cleared his throat. Guilt stifled his words. Her face, so perfect, so wise, encouraged him.
“
Earth Mother, I have sinned,” he said, his face filled with shame. “I have forgotten who I am. I let ... I let the Otherself lead me astray.”
Earth Mother, I have sinned,” he said, his face filled with shame. “I have forgotten who I am. I let ... I let the Otherself lead me astray.”
He wanted to look away but couldn’t bear not experiencing her presence. He looked down at his pale skin. “I feel like I’ve lost my way.”
Oh child, your path is a difficult one. But you’re here now. You haven’t lost your way. The Otherself can be confusing, but where are you happiest?
“
Here, Earth Mother.”
Here, Earth Mother.”
And who do you love?
“
You, Earth Mother!”
You, Earth Mother!”
And you have earned my love. I’m so proud of you. You’ve gone so far. We’ve come so close. So very close.
“
How much longer must I be the Otherself?”
How much longer must I be the Otherself?”
When my eggs are ready for the world. When the time of the cleansing is upon us. Until then, you must be the Otherself. You must continue to build trust. You must protect my eggs.
“
Yes, Earth Mother.” He wiped away tears. “I know your suffering is so much greater than my own. Being apart from you is just … I feel so vile.”
Yes, Earth Mother.” He wiped away tears. “I know your suffering is so much greater than my own. Being apart from you is just … I feel so vile.”
I know, my child. Soon your suffering will be over. The darkness will be gone, and you will live in my garden for all of eternity.
The Naked Man in the Forest watched the vines slide away and her face fade. She wasn’t truly gone; she was still all around him in the trees, the birds, the dirt beneath his feet. Her mother face was just a way for him to look upon her and know she was looking back.
When he was the Otherself, he forgot what her presence really meant. Although the Otherself was doing her bidding, he loathed that being to the core.
The Otherself was everything that was wrong with the world. The Otherself was why Earth Mother suffered. Otherself and all its kin were the darkness casting their shadow on Earth Mother. Soon, she promised, soon that would change. He could cast aside the Otherself once and for all and be the child of Earth Mother forever.
The Naked Man in the Forest walked back to the clothes the Otherself wore. He brushed the itchy moss off his backside and pulled on his underwear. When he picked up his pants, a small Ziploc bag fell from his pocket. He picked it up and tossed it aside.
It had been over a year since he’d had to take the blotters of LSD to clearly see the Earth Mother. Now she came just as vividly as ever without it. Of course, in the forest was the only place he could see her. But he could
hear
her all the time telling him what to do.
hear
her all the time telling him what to do.
The Naked Man in the Forest put on the rest of his clothes, and the Otherself walked back to his car.
1
The light turned red and Mitchell pressed the brake pedal. Although the street was deserted, he looked around self-consciously as the worn-down brake pads let out a squeal when they brought the car to a stop. Up ahead, a row of streetlights seemed to stretch on to infinity into the horizon. Each one cast a small protective circle of amber light on the wet ground. On the side of the intersection, he noticed the blinking hazard lights of a car that had pulled over to the shoulder.
A heavy-set woman in a waitress uniform struggled with a spare tire at the rear of her car. Mitchell instinctively looked at his broken clock and then to his iPhone. He was going to be late. He wondered why she didn’t call someone to help her fix the tire. Then he noticed the condition of the car. It wasn’t much better off than his. Maybe she didn’t have anyone to call or a phone to call them, he wondered, feeling sorry for her.
The light changed to green. He decided to go slowly through the intersection.
When his front wheels touched the crosswalk on the other side, he watched the woman fall over where the grass met the side of the road. The tire went rolling before falling on its side, mocking her fall.
Mitchell let out a sigh. He turned on his blinkers and pulled his car up ahead of her so he didn’t pull in behind her and scare her. She was having a bad enough night. He didn’t want to make her think she was about to get raped.
He left his car door open as he stepped out. At his back bumper, he called out to the woman.
“
Need any help?”
Need any help?”
She looked up from the ground where she was assessing her situation and her life. Rivulets of mascara ran down the sides of her eyes. She wiped the tears and snot from her nose. “Yeah.” She paused for a moment trying to make out the figure in the dark. He looked young and clean-cut. “My boyfriend is on the way, but I could use a hand.”
Mitchell questioned the existence of the boyfriend but said nothing.
“
Let’s take a look.”
Let’s take a look.”
He walked over to where she was sitting and offered her a hand up. He looked to see where the tire had rolled to. Suddenly his left eye saw a flash of red as his temple felt something hit. Mitchell let go of her hand and stumbled backward.
“
Fuck!” Confused, he looked to see where the rock had been thrown from.
Fuck!” Confused, he looked to see where the rock had been thrown from.
The woman balled up the fist of the hand he had just let go and let loose another punch. This one landed on the side of his jaw.
Mitchell jerked back, trying to understand.
That’s when he saw the expression in her eyes and her teeth bared at him.
She screamed and came at him with her hands outstretched. Her fingernails swung at him like claws. He jumped back as they grazed his chest. He opened his own arms wide in an instinctive gesture. She came at him again, her thick legs pushing against the ground as she tried to catapult at his neck.
Mitchell jumped back again, and she fell flat on the ground, making a thud. Mitchell thought he heard something crack. She shouted incomprehensible swear words at him in a voice that sounded more animal than human.
He stepped forward to see if she was all right. Bloodshot eyes looked up at him. Red was pouring from her nose, and her cheek had road rash. The woman screamed at him again and then came to her feet much more spryly than he thought possible.
Mitchell backed up again. He was trying to understand what he had done. What had he said?
She ran toward him again. He backed away and turned into a jog.
He could hear her feet clopping on the ground as she chased after him. She was getting closer. Mitchell wanted to shout back and ask her what was going on, but he was too panicked to say anything. He didn’t even know what to say.
Behind him her pace slowed down as her body began to give out. She screamed out in a hoarse voice.
Mitchell turned around. She was halfway between him and his car. He could keep running or make a break for his car and count on his greater speed to get him there fast enough to lock the door.
She got a second wind and burst toward him. Blood and snot dripped from her face as she pumped her arms and screeched out.
On impulse, Mitchell ran toward her. She raised her arms out to claw him. He jumped to the side and felt the wind as she overstepped and went past. He ran to his car without looking back.
Footsteps grew louder as he jumped through the open door. He pulled it shut as her fists came pounding against the window. Furious, she smashed her head against the window, trying to break the glass. Blood and snot splattered the window as her face made a sickening thud each time it struck.
His heart beating out of his chest, Mitchell fumbled through his pockets to find his keys. He threw his tangled iPhone earbuds on the ground before he felt his key ring. He turned the ignition, put it into drive and stepped on the gas as the woman started beating the glass with bloody knuckles.
The car’s bald tires spun out for a moment on the wet grass.
Mitchell screamed out, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
The car finally got traction and lurched forward.
Off-balanced, the woman fell into the muddy grass.
In the rearview mirror, Mitchell watched as she pulled herself up and ran after him. Her uniform was a mess of dirt and blood. She let out another scream and then came to a stop and stood there, blankly watching as he drove off.
Mitchell sped through a light as it turned yellow to gain as much distance as he could. His mind raced for an explanation for what just happened. He reached down to touch his fly in a moment of self-conscious panic, afraid that he’d approached her with his penis hanging out. His fly was in place. Mitchell felt stupid.
When it was obvious she wasn’t going to chase him down in her car with a flat tire, he began to relax. He pulled out his iPhone and contemplated calling 911.
And tell them what? All she had to say was that his fly was open or that he’d attacked her and it would be his word against hers. Her bloody face looked a lot worse than his. He put his phone back.
After he ran out of reasons to blame himself, he finally realized that she was probably just bipolar or something. For all he knew, she was racing home to get her medication before she flipped out. He just caught her at the wrong time.
Crazy.
That’s all.
Crazy.
That’s all.
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