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On May 25th, 1995, Mayville blew a fuse. Once the epitome of Southern charm, it was now a
tinderbox ready to explode. When the emergency town hall meeting was called, it seemed like the
entire town crammed inside. Faces flushed with anger, and the air thick with paranoia, nobody trusted
anyone anymore.
TeachSpace, the tech darling everyone had counted on, was in hot water. At the front of the room stood
Alex Beacon, the golden boy turned scapegoat, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. He
cleared his throat, his voice barely a squeak above the muttering crowd. “People of Mayville, we’re
working tirelessly to find the source of the data breach. TeachSpace is—”
“Shut the fuck up!” The shout cut through the room like a slap. A red-faced man near the back stood
trembling, his eyes wild. “You promised to protect us, Beacon! Now every damn secret’s out, and it’s
your fault!”
The room erupted. Anger, spit, and accusations flew like shrapnel. Another voice rang out, this one
aimed straight at the mayor. “You! You corrupt bastard! You’re in bed with these tech vultures! We
trusted you, and now our lives are ruined!”
Sweating bullets, the mayor banged his gavel, trying to regain control. “Let’s all calm down! We need
to handle this responsibly—”
“Responsibly?” A woman near the front laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “You’ve been lining your
pockets while the rest of us paid the price! Don’t think we don’t know about your dirty deals with
TeachSpace!”
The tension boiled over. TeachSpace’s representative tried to step in, raising his hands like a priest at a
revival. “Everyone, please. The breach was caused by an ex-employee. Someone from—”
“From here? From Mayville?” someone shrieked, their face a mask of disbelief.
“Yes,” the rep stammered, visibly shrinking under the weight of the crowd’s fury. “But we’re taking
action to—”
A thunderous BANG cut him off. A gunshot echoed, and the room erupted into chaos. People
screamed, ducking for cover as chairs toppled and bodies scrambled. The mayor’s eyes bulged as he
yelled, “Get to the panic room!” dragging his colleagues toward a hidden door. But the crowd wasn’t
letting them go that easily.
The shooter, a wild-eyed man with a trembling hand, was tackled by three men who seemed hell-bent
on revenge. Fists flew, landing with sickening thuds. One of the men, his face twisted in rage, stomped
down on the shooter’s head, the crunch audible above the din. “Fucking die!” he screamed, and the
crowd cheered, their bloodlust thick in the air.
The mayor barely managed to slam the panic room door shut as the mob surged forward, pounding and
shouting. “You can’t hide from us, you cowardly piece of shit!” someone roared, their fists hammering
against the door.
Torches appeared, illuminating faces twisted in hatred and desperation. They turned on the exTeachSpace employee, dragging him forward, his face a bloody mess. “String him up!” someone
shouted, and the crowd took up the chant, hoisting the man onto a makeshift cross as they screamed for
vengeance.
“Burn him!” a woman howled, her voice raw. Flames leapt up as a torch was thrust into the base of the
cross. The man’s screams echoed into the night, mixing with the crackling of fire and the manic cheers
of the mob. Faces glowed orange in the firelight, looking more like demons than townsfolk.
Inside the panic room, the mayor and his cronies huddled together, their faces ghostly pale as they
watched through a bulletproof window. Their phones buzzed, a grim symphony in the small, tense
space. New leaks were pouring out, exposing every sordid detail: corruption, affairs, dirty money. It
was all there, laid bare for the world to see.
“Oh, fuck,” someone muttered, staring at their screen as the weight of it hit them. “They’ve got
everything…there’s no coming back from this.”
Outside, the mob turned their attention to the courthouse. They stormed it with the fury of the betrayed,
smashing windows, kicking down doors, and lighting fires that reached hungrily for the sky. “We’ll
burn this whole goddamn town down if we have to!” someone yelled, as flames devoured everything in
sight.
And they did. Downtown Mayville became a war zone. Looters smashed storefronts, hauling off
whatever they could grab. Fights broke out on every street corner, neighbors who’d once shared
holiday barbecues now tearing into each other with fists and curses. Blood splattered across the
pavement, mingling with the ash that coated everything like snowfall.
Alex Beacon, holed up in the TeachSpace offices, watched it all unfold on the security monitors. His
face was ashen, eyes dead as he realized the full scope of what he’d set in motion. He opened a drawer,
pulled out a gun, and ended it with a single shot.
By sunrise, Mayville was a smoldering wreck. Buildings stood like charred skeletons against the dawn,
and the air was thick with the stench of burnt wood and broken dreams. The town lay silent, its secrets
exposed, its lies burned away, leaving only ashes in their wake. Mayville was dead—brought down by
the weight of its own sins and the flames of revenge.