Rusty Fences. {open}

[Kael Kerrang]

The front gate was slightly open. There was a chain that was rusted, but still hard to get broken. This is where Kael's power of destruction comes in handy. But it necessarily means that he would use it. He stood in front of it thinking whether he should do it or not. He thinks he might be crazy, because he talks to himself in his head, and sometimes he would respond to himself out loud. He stared at the chain and wiped his mouth with his thumb for no reason. There was the fact that now anyone can enter easily, or someone can suffer trying to get in, but can't. He laughed as he thought of someone trying to get in. Unless they had the ability to teleport...but what fun was that. The wind blew his hair a little bit making it sort of messy, so he took out a beanie from his hoodie and stuck it on his head, making sure that it didn't mess up the rest of his hair. Even though he loved his power of destruction, he wish he could fix things too. Such as, if he were to break something on accident, he would be able to fix it. Whatever, doesn't matter he just thought about hopping the fence.

The fence was pretty tall. He had to bend his neck all the way back just to see the top of it. He ran up to it and jumped and clung onto it like spiderman and began to climb. Reaching the top, he just let go of it, and landed on his two feet. He looked behind him, on the other side of the fence. He heard voices, but wasn't sure if it was anything to worry about. Not like he would worry about it anyways. He just thought to himself again, what would there be to do in an abandoned amusement park? It's not like there would still be electricity for the rides to be working. Eh, doesn't matter again. The creepiness is just the fun of it. He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and pulling out a stick and he stuck it in his mouth and placed the pack back into his pocket. Again, due to his nifty powers, he doesn't need a lighter. But he thought he looked pretty darn cool if he used one. So he did, this time taking it out of his jean pocket. He brought up to the cigarette and covered it with his free hand so the wind wouldn't get to it. He inhaled, and the cigarette became lit. He put the lighter away and he began to walk to the spooky "haunted" house. Which we all know is definitely not haunted. Just a ton of mirrors where you hope you don't run into one. They're confusing, and he hates them. But, thats the only place that doesn't need electricity to enjoy yourself.