Chapter two

It didn't take long before Ellen was consumed by her dreams (or so she thought). She felt as though she was being pulled this way and that, when she suddenly found herself in almost complete darkness.

Ellen looked around her and sat up. From what she could see, she was in a small shabby barn for storing hay, considering that's what she had been lying on.

'How weird…' Ellen thought as she stood up. She could see the outline of a door directly in front of her. So, wanting to find out where she was, she headed for it, stumbling along the way.

'Oh crap.' Ellen muttered, as she stumbled for the third time and fell into the door.

'Ow, bloody door!' she exclaimed, whilst punching it, which also hurt her hand. Fuming, she rummaged for a handle. She found it, roughly level with her waist; it was one of those latches that you'd see in a castle. So Ellen lifted the latch, pushed the door and cautiously walked through it.

On the other side, Ellen found herself in an ally. It was pretty dark and very smelly, 'God its worse then the girls toilets at school!' she exclaimed holding her nose. As she looked to her right, she could see light at the end of the ally, but because the ally was so long the light didn't reach where she was standing.

So Ellen began walking towards the end, trying to avoid numerous boxes and barrels along the way. As she got closer, she could here lots of screaming and shouting, laughter and very loud bangs. 'A party perhaps?' she thought.

When she finally reached the end, she leaned against the wall and rubbed her legs where she hadn't managed to avoid the some of the objects in the ally.

As Ellen looked out of the ally, her mouth dropped to the floor (not literally) and her eyes became very wide at the shock of what she saw in front of her. 'Well what I thought before is now the biggest understatement of the year!' she thought allowed. She had to, the noise was so loud.

In front of her was a square full of people, 'People?' she questioned herself, 'More like animals…' People were chasing each other, mainly men chasing woman in low lying dresses. 'I wonder why?' Ellen said sarcastically, shuddering. Others were fighting, dangling each other off balconies or just drinking; she even saw someone being dunked in a well.

As Ellen stood there, mouth open, she didn't notice a youngish man sitting next to her on a crate. He began to speak;

'Ello love… do ye wanna be my beshtest mate?' he began. Ellie turned round in shock and was about to speak when the man fell off the crate and began to snore on the floor.

'He's completely out of his face!' Ellen yelled in disgust but wanting to laugh at the same time. She soon discovered that's what was wrong with everyone she could see around her.

She took in a deep breath and began to walk into the crowds to ask where she was. However, Ellen soon realised that this was becoming an impossible task because as she got further into the crowds of people, she couldn't hear herself think, let alone hear anyone else. 'This is stupid!' Ellen's conscience screamed. 'They're all out of their faces and beating the crap out of each other!'

She decided to take refuge under a nearby cart, after already avoiding two or three fights. 'I've got to move from here, somewhere safe… Where the hell would that be!' Ellen thought, as she peered out from under the cart.

As she did so, a man was running round yelling as loud as he could, bashing anyone he could on the head with a stick. Unfortunately for Ellen, he was heading straight for her seeing her as an easy target as she was on the floor. But when Ellen realised it was too late. She tried to pull her head back under the cart but she was too slow. He lowered the stick, level with her head and struck the side of her head as he ran past. He carried on running only to be grabbed by a group of men further along and beaten with his own stick.

Ellen felt a searing pain in her head, it was worse than any headache that she had ever had. As she looked in front of her, her eye sight gradually became fuzzy and the sounds around her becoming more muffled by the second, stars begun to dance in front of her eyes.

'Oh bugger' she thought as her head fell and hit the floor; left in complete darkness. The blow had knocked her unconscious and she began to dream once again.