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Julia gasped once breath filled her lungs. The cold and inhaling of air was painful enough to make her cry. It was only a moment of painful confusion until she remembered what happened to her. She remembered in her last moments of being human of taking a fatal kiss which later consumed her into…Her vision came back as she looked up at the person that killed her humanity. The person looking down at her looked like Winston but, she knew it wasn't actually Winston. Her scream also confirmed she wasn't human either.
Panicking himself he put his hand to her mouth were she was muffling animalistic screams into his hand. He could see that she was beginning to change herself and if she didn't calm down soon the rest of the humans would find them. "You need to be calm, Julia or else you'll be attacking yourself," he said in the calmest of voices. He's right Julia, you need to be calm. Julia was silence by the voice, it sounded strangely like hers.
"What did you do to me?" she asked, Winston wanted to explain but now wasn't the time.
"We need to go, get dressed," he said getting the ragged clothes from the ally. Winston handed her the clothes and helped her balance on her feet. Her body felt like it had been in a coma for years. Slowly and painfully she got dressed, "I have so many things in my head," she said rubbing her temple as if she had a headache. With all the knowledge of the universe who wouldn't have a migraine? While Julia was taking her time Winston felt something inside him move, more were going to come out.
"Hurry, I can feel them coming," he said, his urgent voice was enough to make Julia go faster. Once she finally got her boots on she went with Winston. At first she thought walking would be painful and had to be carried but surprisingly she was able to manage. In fact she felt…..amazing. As they were traveling back to the field she was concentrating of all the knowledge in her head, mainly on outer space. Knowing how big the universe was she felt incredibly small. You might be small but, you're not worthless.
They were almost to the field but it felt like a thousand miles away for Winston. The feeling was like a great urge to go to the bathroom only this was dealing with the birth of a new life form. Correction, make that two life forms. Winston buckled to the ground in pain as he felt a sharp jab in his stomach. It felt like being stabbed on the inside. Sensing there was trouble Julia went to help him, "Come on, we're almost there."
Indeed there were so close to the dome they could almost touch it only they weren't alone. "Hold it right there!" commanded a voice. Winston groaned in pain at the presence of another Thought Police. Not now, he thought, not now. The Police had his gun pointed at them, "Hands in the air!" Julia slowly put her hands up while Winston couldn't fight the urge anymore. Winston went on his hands and knees were he birthed out the first officer that shot him. The sight of seeing Winston's body open up from the navel to the chest was enough to leave the officer speechless in fear then he began firing at it which was a grave mistake on his part.
The sight of seeing Winston shot was enough to set something off in Julia. Out of heated anger her body became a living nightmare of red tentacles and teeth. The officer began shooting again, this time it was at her. The bullets hurt but it didn't kill her, in fact it only fueled her hatred towards him. Once she was close enough to reach the stranger a bloody Venus like fly tray burst out of her chest and grabbed onto the officer's screaming face. His screams became muffled as his body was dragged into her body by the help of her 'extra' limbs. Once the body was inside her, her own body began to go back to her old self. Winston watched this whole event in amazement that he completely forgotten about the new comer.
"Where am I?" asked the new imposter staring at his sticky hands. Winston wanted to answer him but he got the feeling he'll get it eventually. "I'm sorry," he said getting up, "I don't have any clothes for you."
"I do," said the voice of Russell from behind them. The dog was sitting on the ground with torn clothes to the side. "Next time Winston you should only take one, the process of changing would go more smoothly if you do that." As the dog was handing the new comer his new clothes the shooter starred at the dog in amazement.
"You can talk!"
"Yes, Brain and I can teach to beg for a treat," it said, the muzzle looked like it was smiling. It took Winston a moment to notice Russell made a joke.