Ms. Bubblegum

Ms. Bubblegum

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I could feel the cold wrap itself around my arm, and watched as goosebumps prickled on my skin. We sat silently for a moment, while I watched my skin fight against the cold around it. "I used to think the cold assaulted the warmth because it wanted the air all by itself. That there was just not room for both." I slipped my arm back under the covers, cuddling myself deeper inside them. "Now, I think that the cold... Is just tired of being cold. It wants to be warm, so it just does everything it can to be around the warmth...But the cold can't be anything but the cold, no matter how much it wants to be warm. It's like being cursed into an eternal frozen hell, even if you have never done anything wrong." I felt myself curl into a ball and a tear escapes down my cheek. "I'm cold, Danny... But there is nothing I can do to stop being who I am. That means that even if I don't want to, I'm going to try everything I can to be warm, and I'm going to hurt others doing it." ~ There is a saying in the Mafia, one that has been passed on for generations: Whatever the family business has been, is to stay the same family business now. Even if that family business is killing, stealing, lying, and having a near death experience as your weekend pastime. For Adrian Bubbles this saying is more than true, it is the moral of her life. When her mother is murdered, Adrian's only salvation is her job. As an assassin for the mafia, just as her mother was. There's just one catch. Adrian isn't Adrian when she's in the mask. No, you see, the mafia has a special name for her. Welcome to the life of Ms. Bubblegum: The assassin who allows you to have one piece of bubblegum before you die.
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