How Are You Alive?!

Rodrick's eyes widened in terror, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as he stared at the severed head in his hands.

Those glowing eyes, that faint, taunting smile—it was too much.

So, with a scream that tore from his chest, he hurled the head with all his strength, sending it flying across the room.

Thud!~

The head struck the wall with a dull thud, bounced once, then rolled across the floor, leaving a faint smear of blood in its wake and finally came to a stop near the desk, and to Rodrick's horror, it spoke again.

"Ow, that hurts!" Cassius's voice said, laced with mock indignation as the head tilted slightly, its gaze locking onto Rodrick once more. "How could you throw me like that, Father? That's no way to treat your own son." The head rolled a little further, settling upright, its smile widening as it stared at him, unblinking.