The worst day of the year had finally come, we knew this day would be here. We all dreaded it on the force. It was our Purge day. Halloween. The only day when it is acceptable for people to wear whatever it is they wish.

This day, they go all out. The rebels loved this day, it was their own personal way of legally getting back at us and us never being able to do anything about it.

We stood on the edges of a fence and watched as people walked by. Women dressed as Raggedy Ann while sticking their tongues at us, knowing we can't do a damned thing. Others dressing in as many different colors as they can. Some wearing button up sweaters...the worst of the worst.

I sat there watching the time slowly pass by on my watch. Waiting for this moment to be over. Our time was just about here. The second hand started to move and we all gathered to watch and make our countdown.

Footsteps around us could be heard as they crunched leaves beneath them. They knew what was to come and were getting their legal headstart.

Five, four, three, two, one...GO! The day was officially over which meant that all fashion laws were back in place. Every rebel was now fair game.

We grabbed our pistols and raced in different directions. I jumped a fence after the Raggedy Ann from earlier. Bitch.

I could see the bottom of her hideous dress as she ran. I was certainly grateful for this law to stop these crimes against fashion from occurring. She ran as quick as she could, but was not fast enough. The gun burst from my hand quicker than I could pull the trigger. Her dress came undone as she fell to the floor. The sewing guns came in handy for ugly situations such as this.

I stopped over her and shushed her as I listened. More footsteps could be heard nearby. With only the moonlight above, I ran in the direction of the sound under the thick trees over the sidewalk.

The sound of talking was heard just over the bush from me. I jumped through to the other side with my gun pointed in every direction to find children playing.

One was dressed as Buzz Lightyear with Woody's hat. Utterly tacky. My gun was pointed at his homemade costume, complete with a bright, ugly yellow patch on his stomach. He stood there with his hands up, shaken by the sight of me, almost waiting for me to shoot and end his night of fun. I couldn't. For once, I began to realize something...

He enjoyed his costume and his night even though his costume was hideous. I couldn't spoil the night of a child regardless what any law said. I holstered my gun and headed for the office where I turned in my badge and resigned. I could no longer be the officer I swore to be. The chief tried so very hard to talk me back in, but I just couldn't. I was done. This would be my last night.