Stevey stood on a platform in the town square, a long chain attached to his neck. “Stevey,” the mayor began. “As per section 42.375 of the PIEtriot act, you shall be executed. If you are not human, your true form will be revealed in death.”
Dasmos, the head of the not-secret police, stood forward, and shot stevey with a silver bullet. He dropped dead. Dasmos stabbed stevey in the heart. Blood spurted.
The mayor looked at the still decidedly human body. “Well. It seems you’re just a townie. Show’s over, folks.”
The mayor patted Dasmos on the back as he left. After he and the rest of the crowd were gone, the mayor grabbed the head of the secret police by the collar and whispered: “Some people didn’t show their faces today. Only the guilty have reason to hide. If they don’t show tomorrow, kill them all.”
“Aye, sir.”