Yeah, DIE!?

"Die?"

"That's right. My neck has seen a lot of nooses because of what you did to me, but I never went through with it. I couldn't as long as you were out there, terrorizing innocent girls like me." He--she started toward me, and I got my hands up. Weasel sounded angry, but looked completely manic. The contradicting tone and appearance was unnerving, like Hannibal Lector. Looks calm but you know they want you dead. "So now, I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. We're both birds, Newton. If only I could fly, I would kill only one. But that's okay. If it means ending your reign of terror, I can accept this." Weasel was smiling that crazy smile of someone who's lost all hope yet accepts it. Someone who's going under the guillotine peacefully. I swallowed.

"So, what's your plan," I asked. Had to say something. Weasel didn't feel the same way, instead continuing the slow approach and unwavering glare. About ten feet from me, Weasel suddenly broke into a dash. It caught me off-guard, but I dodged. Or I thought I did, but she reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist. I was lifted off the ground and she was still running toward the edge.

We were birds. And the pavement below was the stone that would kill us both.