6
Russell and Winston stood in the middle of town square with members of the party in a rush to either go home or to work. Winston couldn't help but think that among these humans a monster was in the crowd and they looked convincingly normal. "So what do we do?" he asked in a small whisper the response was in his head. Find someone and make sure they're alone. Winston looked down at the dog beside him only to find it wasn't there. Once the hustle of humans started to thin he couldn't help but feel afraid. He didn't know what to do or how to purposefully attack someone. This was something more a Thought Police would do only the first time he was captured he was disgusted as food.
Control yourself, Winston. You don't want to get caught. Winston closed his eyes taking a deep breathe. Once his fear was subsided he caught what was happening to him. He looked down at his right hand and noticed it was changing into something that looked like a broken branch. For a second he was about to panic again only to tell himself to be calm. This reaction is like an allergy it goes off once fear touches it. Winston breathed a slow sigh of relief once the twisted hand became normal again. Just as he took his attention away from the now normal hand his eye caught something familiar.
It was only for a second but it was enough to make him follow the person. This person was female wearing a uniform of the Inner Party but Winston could care less about that, it was her hair. Her hair was dark with a slight curliness to it. He knew who she was, it was his Julia. He didn't know if she knew or not that he was following her but that wasn't important. Besides she never turned around to see her former lover behind her. He must have followed her for about a mile or two when she finally turned around. Her expression showed a mild surprise.
"Winston."
"Julia."
They stood there looking at each other for a moment of silence. When she finally spoke it had no emotion in it. "You've changed."
"You won't believe how much," he said, thinking to himself yesterday I followed a dog that devoured me and I come back to devour someone else. Another moment of silence went by, this time it was painfully longer. "We went through this before." He knew what she was talking about. Sometime ago when Big Brother 'cured' him he spotted her one day. They confessed that they betrayed each other and she asked him to follow her. He did follow her for about three minutes then fear set in and like the coward he was he went back into the Café where he was safe with Big Brother. A bad taste began to form in his mouth as he thought about the brain washed love he had for his false God.
"I know….and I'm sorry," he said truthfully. She only stared not batting a lash, that's when he heard its voice. She's alone, you should consume her. Winston looked around him for a second, indeed they were alone. "What are you looking for, Winston?" she asked his attention on her again, studying her face. Like her voice it had no emotion. Strange, it was as if she was the one not human. With just three strides he was face to face with her. Still she showed no emotion that it was unsettling. He could feel himself change at this unsettling emotion.
Winston put both hands on her shoulders in a loving manner. He could see what looked like living vines moving under his skin. "I'm truly sorry," he said, his lips close to hers. It only took a second for his lips to meet hers and that was when he began to consume her.
Julia's eyes went wide open with fear as she felt her own lips being fused to his in a literal sense. To make matters more terrifying she felt little pin pricks pierce her skin then they began to dig into muscles. As much as Julia tried to get away Winston had a firm hold on her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse Winston pulled her closer to him in a bear hug were she literally began to sink into Winston. It was only a moment of pain then she began to feel what Winston had felt yesterday.