Chapter #4You leave his head off by: Unknown "I told you it was magic." You said, reaching down and picking Jordan's head up by the hair. Your brother yelped as you swung him around and tucked him under one arm, his body stumbling as you did. Turning around so he can see his headless and unharmed body you inform him "Anything it cuts through stays alive and can be put back together with ease."
"You could've just explained that, asshole! That really hurt..." Jordan complained. "Now put me back!" He said, his body lunging forward and trying to snatch his head away from you. This was easier said than done, however, as from this awkward angle and with his sense of balance still thrown off by his trip to the floor he had a hard time judging space and distance. You easily step out of the way of your brother's charge, his body stumbling past you and bumping into your dresser.
"Nice try, slowpoke!" You say, tweaking Jordan's nose playfully. "But you'll have to try harder!" You take a step back, making sure to keep Jordan's head aimed at his body. You could easily cover his eyes and run off with his head, leaving his body completely helpless, but that would just be unsporting wouldn't it? You were having way too much fun busting his balls to end the game so quickly. Jordan loved to play keep away with your cellphone, and now you were finally in a position to return the favor. You were going to milk this opportunity for all it was worth.
"Put my head back on now!" He demanded. Stumbling in an uncoordinated circle Jordan maneuvered his body around and made a second lung for you. His hand grazes you as you hop to the side, dodging into the hallway as his body collapsed onto your bed.
"Getting closer!" You say, ruffling his hair. "Come on, you're on the football team aren't you? Come and get the ball!"
"I swear to god when I get my hands on you I'll take that rapier and punt your head into next week!" He said, his body scrambling to give chase. Before long you're running backwards through the house, Jordan's body scrabbling towards you as his head continued to threaten you with increasingly outlandish threats. After a minute or two however it became clear that Jordan was no longer mad at you. Far from it, he was having the time of his life! Watching his headless body chase him around like something out of a horror movie was awesome, and since you were being a good enough sport to let him catch up, giving him a good view so he could see where he was going, and not using your magic rapier to just hack him to pieces your teasing quickly turned into a game. The two of you laughed as his body got closer and closer, his coordination and balance improving with each attempt.
Soon enough, you feel his left hand take a fistful of your t-shirt, your brother yanking you towards him. "Gotcha, you little shit!" He said with a playful tone, his free hand grabbing at his head. Holding your arm out as far away from Jordan's body as you could you quickly scan the area for anyone to throw him to. You weren't giving up this game of keep away that easily!
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