InsaneJournal

Who: Sebastian Shaw
What: Unhappy Returns
When: This morning
Where: His skyscraper headquarters
Warnings: Minor violence and language
Status: A completed Narrative.

Sebastian was in the middle of a business deal when the whirlwind seized him.

He immediately froze, pulling hands and legs in, just in case it was an attack, peering around. When the vortex let him go and spat him out in a very familiar office, he growled in rage.

"No! Not now! Not here! Not this pale, futile reflection of my world! Gods damn you all!"

He howled and lashed out with the force of his power, smashing the desk in front of him into kindling, then charging into the wall next to it, shattering it, sending fragments out into the air that loomed before him. The city spread out before him, bright, warm as hell, a wind whipping around his body through the new hole.

"Damn fates! I was this close! This close to a deal! And now, once again, I am forced to endure this? To hell with it!"

He growled again as he lashed out at his chair, almost disintegrating it with the force of his blow.

"I am no one's toy! No one's fool. And someone will learn that very quickly."

He turned toward the outer office and straightened his suit, banging out the door into the outer area so hard it came off it's hinges.

"Madeline, get the inner office repaired immediately. Use contractor 2186. Have my car waiting downstairs. Call the airfield and get Arlene started on preflight, and book a flight plan to London. Now."

The thinly veiled menace in his voice sent his assistant, who had been staring, scrambling for her phones as he stepped to the elevator, opened it, and stepped inside, a small smile on his face.

"So be it, whoever you are. The game has begun and first move to you. Now it's my turn."

And he laughed as the express elevator shot downward. And everyone who heard it shivered...