Marygrove 1984

Part 2- Depths of Hate

"A- Amara, what happened to the real O'Brien and where is Byrson?" Winston asks quietly and suddenly as they put their mask back on.

"Henry sent him to the ministry of love, more like the ministry of hate since he was never seen again. Some intelligence files I have gathered point toward him being dead." Amara says as Melvin mumbles along about his rizz skills and Winston and Amara ignore him.

"What about Bryson?" Winston asks.

"I don't know where he is, my spies say he is in the ministry of love and Winston that is why I disguised myself as O'Brien today." Amara replies.

"I wanted you to help me find Bryson there and finally deal with that piece of shit traitor to the resistance." Amara adds and gets up from their chair.

"How did you know I worked there?" Winston asks, giving them a confusing glance.

"My informants, mainly Ryn and Corey, helped me find out where you worked anyway let's go, Winston." Amara says rushing their words and gesturing at Winston to follow them out and he follows.

They both make their way out of the crowded dimly lit theater with people giving stares of disgust at Melvin and barely keeping themselves from cursing out Melvin with every threatening swing the guards of Melvin makes. Winston and Amara rush out of there, through the marble and slippery floors of the theater and poisonous led-filled walls to the door of the theater and burst their way out to see a scene of chaos. There are flames as far as the eye can see, and the smell of ash and the burning of flesh fill the streets as they see resistance soldiers in blue camos and riot gear thrashing down on civilians.

"Bryson definitely played a role in this, I know Melvin he wouldn't go as far as this. This isn't the first time Bryson has tried out genocide." Amara whispers in Winston's ear.

When they make it out they go down Evermore road avoiding the clashes between brainwashed civilians and Bryson's genocidal tyrants. Amara and Winston's feet crash on the cracked concrete as they scuffle through the smoke of the scene. They avoid the grimy gravel that is filled with the ashes and debris of burnt down and bombed buildings till finally they make it and the building is still intact. It is the ministry of love, the building looks like a hospital from the times before the chaos that Winston remembers. He thinks it was twenty-nineteen during that time, but the party ingrained nineteen eighty-four in his mind that now it seems as if it was nineteen eighty-one; he may never know. In that former hospital, there is a crimson heart in the middle with an outside full of love with its loving smile stretched out across it, but on the inside, it is grim, inside the heart is the dark red blood of thought criminals like O'Brien who found his way to this place. The outside is full of overbearing bright overhead lights, but then they creak the door open to see the vibrant lights have gone to dull almost pitch-black darkness. Suddenly a click is heard and the subdued darkness becomes a strong gleaming hue of light. A recognizable face is seen, his unforgettable One Piece is Not Mid anime shirt, his black sweatpants, and his locket with King, his favorite comrade's picture on it.

"Well if it isn't Amara No Middle Name Small!" Bryson exclaims, laughing at the sight of them.

"Byrson where the bloody hell is O'Brien!" Winston yells anger boiling in his body, he is close to burning the whole place down.

"Oh, oh him, yeah he is a fucking traitor. I am just gonna kill him and eat his soul, it will be really fun." Bryson exclaims at the thought of killing O'Brien.

"Wait O'Brien is still alive, where is he? Why can't you just let him go?! Bryson, you are such an idiot!" Amara screams their anger boiling at Winston's temperature now.

"Follow me, but I am not going to free him. Instead, you can watch him die and watch me eat his liver." Bryson says.

Winston and Amara follow him, Winston decides not to respond as to not stall their goal of freeing O'Brien even more. They follow him through the dark and frightening halls of the hospitals, the doors that originated there remain, but there are bars that replace the original windows looking into the room with the ominous stares of prisoners haunting them every second. Finally, they make it and the sight is chilling, they see him all tied up and they see his eyes lifeless as life flies past him with the small breeze from the chilly overly air-conditioned room.