---- Chapter 9, Elsewhere----
Sean Bean stared at the script, he was surprised. In the earlier draft he was eaten by alligators but in this rewrite he was put in prison.
“Prison!? I can’t act prison!” he yelled at whoever was listening. That was when he remembered that Mr.Cage had played a convict in Con Air…
But wherever Sean had looked, Nic was no longer. Bean was about to erupt into panic, when the strangest thing occurred – he heard a voice, John de Lancie’s.
“Hahahahahahaha!” Sean turned repeatedly as though trying to face the speaker. Behind him a shadow pasted the wall. It’s head was tilted back and from it extended, not a pair of horns, but instead two rather separate. The shadow wore a beard you’d expect from a goat or a particularly kempt sort of tramp and a fang was visibly petruding from its maw. It cast its arms eagle so that one could see their denature, a lion’s threshing, thrashing claw and an arm appropriately cast. Behind the shadow were a pitiful couplet of wings, one as though torn from a Pegasus, the other from the most sonic of nocturne. His scaled and detestable tail swung by his scaled and detestable leg and, for a moment, he stood only atop his hoofed left, mockingly.
“I’m afraid Mr.Cage is out at the moment, do you have a message for him?” his laughter broke his rhetoric and inflamed Sean. Bean turned to face the shadow only to find two yellow eyes immediately before his near point, their red irises were eternally dancing in size and direction.
“Who!? Who are you!?” Sean stuttered and destroyed any authority held over this shadow.
“Discord, spirit of disharmony.”
“I wasn’t actually expecting you to tell me…” began a confused Sean.
“Discord will do something unexpected. If it is expected that Discord will do something unexpected, then Discord will instead do something expected, but all that is expected is what is unexpected, which means that Discord will do something unexpected, but all that is unexpected is what is expected.” Sean was confused.