"¡You fucking bastard!" Lucas shouted. "How the fuck do you dare sleep with my wife, asshole!?"
"As far as I knew, they were separated!" Mark replied mockingly, not showing even a hint of remorse.
Both of them were so focused on their argument that they failed to notice they were falling from a great height.
The wind battered their bodies as they descended out of control.
"Y-you're a huge fucking bastard!... YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Lucas shouted, grinding his teeth in rage.
Next, he began punching Mark in the face without stopping. In that position, Mark would be the one to hit the ground first.
However, the beating made him realize the situation. 'What the fuck…?' he thought, confused at first, but becoming terrified almost immediately.
Just moments ago, he had been in the apartment of that wretch's ex-girlfriend—Lucas, the same son of a bitch who had put him through hell during high school.
That was why he had decided to pay him back for all those beatings in the best possible way: by sleeping with his ex-girlfriend.
And when he achieved his goal, the miserable bastard Lucas barged into the apartment, catching him in the act.
Everything happened in seconds, and both of them 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 the seriousness of what was happening.
'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 cold as hell. The icy air cut into his lungs.
Then, to his surprise, he managed to see the tip of an imposing mountain in the distance. 'Is that snow?' he thought, incredulous.
"Son of a bitch! You'll wish you were never born!" Lucas exclaimed, completely furious.
But Mark caught him by surprise, grabbing him by the neck and twisting positions mid-fall, leaving Lucas underneath and himself on top.
"Listen to me, you fucking bastard! I ENJOYED EVERY DAMN SECOND WITH THAT FUCKING WHORE!" he shouted with a huge grin, letting blood spray from his mouth.
"Son of—!"
BAM!
A deafening crash shook the area. Just before impact, Mark realized they would land on snow. Taking advantage of that, he used the bastard Lucas as a shield.
The impact was so brutal that Mark ended up rolling down the white slope, feeling his entire body burn with pain.
When he managed to recover a little, he felt every part of his being hurt like hell. It was as if a truck had run him over.
It would be a miracle if he didn't have more than one broken bone.
"Where am I?" he murmured, sitting down on the freezing ground. All he could see were snow-covered peaks in every direction.
"AACHOOO!" he suddenly sneezed. His bare 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.
When he found it, he spent several seconds staring at the state it was in.
"Fucking disgusting…" he muttered.
Carefully, he began undressing him and putting on his clothes, even though they were larger 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 began walking as best he could, through the hostile environment and with his exhausted body. He barely had any strength left to move.
Even so, Mark knew that if he did nothing, he would end up freezing to death or, even worse, killed by some animal.
***
"Fuck!" he exclaimed when a strong gust suddenly appeared, making him lose his balance and roll down the steep mountain.
'NO, NO, NO!' he thought in terror as 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 whole body, ignoring the pain, trying to stop himself somehow.
It was all in vain. He reached the edge and fell.
But, at the last second, he managed to grab onto an old root sticking out from the wall of the abyss.
"T-that was close…" he spat, letting his shoulders drop, convinced that the worst was already over.
KRRRRRR-RUMMM!
A loud 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 dense fog covered everything from a certain point onward. He couldn't make out anything more than ten meters below him.
Until, to his horror, he saw how a gigantic—no, seriously enormous—beast emerged from that grayish layer.
It had two massive wings, so immense that their mere presence seemed to make the mountains themselves tremble.
"W-w-was th-that th-thing a f-fucking d-dragon?" he murmured, completely terrified.
Was he not in his world? Where was he supposed to have appeared? Those thoughts crashed into each other in his mind.
Even so, he managed to 'calm down' a bit when he saw the enormous red dragon move away without noticing his presence.
"T-that was clo—"
"..."
A translucent screen appeared in front of him, with text he didn't even manage to read.
"AHHH!" he screamed in fright, letting go of the root and falling off the cliff.