It only took two minutes to consume Julia. Once she was completely absorbed inside him he felt strangely satisfied like the feeling of being full with the mix of having great sex. Winston would have loved to explore this feeling more if the feeling of being shot didn't come piercing though his shoulder. Quickly he turned around to find the shooter was a member of the Thought Police. He looked to be in his late twenties with a thin mustache growing faintly on his upper lip. The shooter wasn't alone; there were two members with him that looked slightly older. Their faces had the expression of a statue but Winston could smell a sickly aroma coming off them.
"Put your hands in the air," the shooter commanded in perfect authority but the smell got even stronger. Winston raised his hands wondering why the officers smelt so bad until he realized something, he could smell emotion and that sickening smell was fear. Now he knew the old saying, 'you stink of fear'. "Now put your hands on your head and turn around," the shooter commanded, Winston could have sworn he heard a tremor in the officer's voice. He put his hands on his head and turned around. He had an idea but he didn't know if it would work.
Trust me, it'll work, it said. Once Winston had his back on the officers he heard their steps coming towards him. Winston couldn't help but feel nervous, he could literally feel himself changing as the officer got the handcuffs out. Once the shooter got hold of his right wrist his hand had a life of its own. The hand snapped onto the officer's wrist like a tarantula on its prey. The officer screamed in surprise and terror as the fingers began to dig under the skin.
The other two officers backed away from their comrade as Winston turned around on the shooter were his face literally became an open mouth. He grabbed the other wrist then his face/mouth snapped onto the screaming officer's head like a Venus flytrap. With great strength he hoisted the officer up in the air to get a better consumption. While the officer was still screaming for help the other two unharmed officers were shooting at him. "What is this thing?" asked one of them fully frightened in fear. They fired at him repeatedly, it hurt but it didn't kill him.
Annoyed with the shooting his torso opened up spilling out what looked like red tentacles capturing the first officer in a mess of red nightmares. The second officer the first being dragged to the monster screaming for help while the previous one was silent. The last officer stood there watching the spectacle in fear. The first officer was almost consumed with only the feet and a hand shaking as if it still thought he was alive while the second was still screaming as the mass of red snakes went back into its torso with the second inside it. Not wanting to be part of its meal the last man dropped his gun and ran for dear life.
Winston was almost done consuming the two officers but he didn't want the last one to get away. The survivor would tell everything to the government and then Big Brother would be looking for him and the others if they haven't already. He won't tell anyone, it said matter-of-factly. As soon as he was done digesting the attackers Winston was about to get the last one until he suddenly felt sick. You've had enough for today, besides there is more of me to go around.
As soon as it said this he heard a scream down the dark ally. Winston went down out into the darkness to see the last officer being attacked by rats. Winston couldn't help but feel afraid even though it was irrational….at least it was irrational. The rats attacking the last officer were not ordinary rats but the creature's rats. Some of the rats were digging into his skin while others began sprouting little red ribbons and attaching themselves on the struggling officer. What was very unsettling about all this was on of the rats opened up, its body resembling a kite then it attached itself to his face muffling his screams.
"Now I have a reason to fear rats," said Winston suddenly feeling sick. At first Winston thought it was the sight of the man and the beastly rats but the sickness got worse. You need to regurgitate your first victim, she's now complete. This was happening all too quickly. When he was finally 'complete' he was born into another country. The sickness got so bad the he went on his hands and knees. He felt his body literally begin to open, the feeling undeniably painful but brief as the new body of Julia was born.