(6) The Underground

"Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived." I muttered repeatedly as I tap my fingers on the book I was holding.

King Henry VIII was really something I tell you.

"... AND THE GORILLA RIPPED OFF DRACULA'S SHORTS!" The emcee shouted as the audience cheered happily.

I groaned, slumping back on my seat and frown at the scene in front of me. Blood splatters were everywhere.

There were 2 guys in the center, one with shorts on and one without.

"Gorilla" aka the huge guy in his boxers, stepped on "Dracula" aka the-now-naked and lanky boy that doesn't give up.

"Hey."

Feeling warmth beside me, I shut the book close. "Ma'am Burma's going to kill me if I failed this test, Charlie. So can you hurry up and let's leave?" I turned around and faced Charlie.

But the person who owns that 'warmth' is not Charlie apparently.

Nope, it's a good-looking bruised-up guy with a split lip, disheveled hair, and black eye. With or without bruises, he still looks good.

"Nope, not Charlie." I waved a l