"You're a fucking bastard!" Lucas shouted, his face completely twisted. "How the fuck did you dare sleep with my woman, asshole!?"
"As far as I know, you were separated!" Mark shot back mockingly, not showing even a hint of remorse.
Both of them were so focused on their argument that they didn't notice they were falling from a great height. The wind slammed violently against their bodies as they descended out of control.
"Y-you're a real piece of shit!... you're a dead man," Lucas snarled, grinding his teeth in rage.
Then he began punching Mark in the face nonstop. In that position, Mark was the one who would hit the ground first.
However, the beating made him realize something strange. 'What the fuck…?' he thought, confused at first, but almost immediately terrified.
Just moments ago, he had been in the apartment of Lucas's ex-girlfriend. The same son of a bitch who had put him through hell all throughout high school—and even after that.
Tired of so many years of bullying, Mark had made a dangerous decision: to sleep with Lucas's ex to pay him back, even if only a little, for all that abuse.
And just when he achieved his goal, the bastard barged into the apartment. Everything happened in seconds, and they both ended up falling from the seventh-floor balcony.
"Agh…" Mark spat, his mouth covered in blood. He seemed to be the only one who understood how serious the situation was.
'Fuck!... How the fuck did we end up in this place?' was the only thing he could think.
He looked around as best he could. They were way too high up, and it was fucking cold. The freezing air cut into his lungs.
Then, to his surprise, he managed to see the peak of a massive mountain in the distance. 'Is that snow?' he thought in disbelief.
"Son of a bitch! You'll wish you'd never been born!" Lucas screamed, completely furious.
But Mark caught him by surprise. He grabbed him by the neck and twisted their positions mid-fall, leaving Lucas underneath and himself on top.
"Listen to me, you fucking bastard! I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND WITH THAT FUCKING SLUT!" he shouted with a huge grin, letting the blood spray from his mouth.
"Son of—!"
BOOM!
A deafening impact shook the area. Just before the collision, Mark realized they were going to land on snow. Taking advantage of that, he used the bastard Lucas as a shield.
The blow was so brutal that Mark ended up rolling down the white slope, feeling his entire body burn with pain.
When he finally managed to recover a little, he felt every part of his being in agony. It was as if a truck had run him over.
"Where am I?" he murmured, sitting on the frozen ground. All he could see were snow-covered peaks in every direction.
"AACHOO!" he suddenly sneezed. His exposed skin began to feel the icy gusts of the northern mountains intensely.
***
'Fuck, fuck, fuck… where are you, bastard?' he thought anxiously as he searched for Lucas's body.
Luckily, it wasn't far away.
He stared at the state it was in for several seconds. "That's fucking disgusting…" he muttered.
Carefully, he began stripping him and putting on his clothes, even though they were bigger than what he usually wore.
'This should be enough…' he thought, looking around. He had no idea where he was or where he was supposed to go.
He started walking as best he could. Between the hostile environment and his exhausted body, he barely had any strength left to move.
Even so, Mark knew that if he did nothing, he would end up dying from the cold—or worse, from some animal.
***
"Fuck!" he exclaimed when a powerful gust appeared out of nowhere, making him lose his balance and roll down the steep mountain.
'NO, NO, NO!' he thought in terror when he realized he was about to fall into a massive abyss.
He dug his fingers into the icy surface, but it was useless. He struggled with his entire body, ignoring the pain, trying to stop himself any way he could.
It was all in vain. He reached the edge and fell.
At the very last second, he managed to grab onto an old root sticking out from the cliff wall.
"T-that was close…" he spat, letting his shoulders drop, convinced that the worst was over.
KRRRRRR-RUMMM!
A powerful roar echoed beneath him. The sound froze him in place and almost made him let go of the root.
'What the fuck was that!?' he thought, looking around without seeing anything.
A thick fog covered everything from a certain point downward. He couldn't make out anything more than ten meters below him.
Until, to his horror, he saw a gigantic—no, seriously enormous—beast emerging from that gray veil.
It had two powerful wings, and every flap seemed to make the mountains themselves tremble.
"W-w-was that t-thing a fucking d-dragon!?" he murmured, completely terrified.
Wasn't he in his own world? Where the hell had he ended up? Those thoughts collided one after another in his mind.
Even so, he managed to 'calm down' a bit when he saw the massive red dragon fly away without noticing his presence.
"T-that was clo—"
"..."
A translucent screen appeared in front of him, with text he didn't even have time to read.
"AHHH!" he screamed in fright, letting go of the root and falling into the abyss.