Unity - an alan walker fanfiction

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A/N: My baby's backkkkkkkkkkk <3

#20913 PoV

My apartment was crowded. Iselin was curled up on the couch, with a MIDI keyboard of all things, complaining about how Ky had escaped during his hand-off to the police earlier that day, and Martijn was currently doing pullups on the stair banisters. I don't know when he became able to pull that kind of weight, bu it was kind of impressive. In addition to this, I had no idea why he was working out in my apartment of all places, given that there were several fully stocked gyms around the centre, and he had basically unlimited access to them given his status.

When he finally stopped, dropping to the floor in front of my chair and rubbing his sore biceps, his head flopped back against my leg. I hummed, resting my hand in his curls.
"I heard Norway is a free country again." His eyebrows raised
"Really?"
"Yeah, the team got back last night. Looked more bored than anything," Martijn, clearly now tired of the floor, draped himself over the arm of my chair.
"How'd you even find out this stuff, you barely leave this apartment." I huffed, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"Wanna go out and get dinner someday?" His head snapped around to look at me.
"What? Like..." He trailed of as his gaze dropped to my hand on his hip
"Yes, Martijn, like that." His face flushed, but he nodded with a large smile.

A cough broke the silence, Iselin sitting awkwardly across the room.
"Good to know you guys finally figured out... whatever it was that you had going on, and I'm happy for you, but I came over to write a song, and I'd actually like to do some production. I groaned.
"Right... Marty, you free tonight?" He shrugged
"If I wasn't before, I am now. Go work on Iselin's track with her, we can discuss dinner later."

Ise left two hours later and me and Martijn headed out of the bunker, dressed in casuals, a hat pulled low over my face (we might not be arrested for working with Alan anymore, but everyone was still under the impression that I was dead) as we strolled through downtown Bergen looking for a restaurant. The streets were crowded with people dressed in bunads, there were far too many Norwegian flags flying than necessary, and we stood out like sore thumbs, but neither of us cared. There was a soft smile on his face as we ate at a small Italian cafe on the harbour front. I held his hand when we finally decided to walk back to base, the colourful mix of fireworks and the northern lights in the sky reflecting in his eyes.

3rd Person PoV

Iselin was not having a good day.

She'd woken up to the steady 'drip, drip, drip' of the leaky tap in the corner of the room, her head throbbing from the lack of sleep, the same as the rest of the dorm would have when they woke up. She had a feeling that between the eight of them, theyd be needing quite a lot of painkillers. She groaned, and against all better judgement, pulled herself from her bunk, grabbed her washbag and headed to the door by the dim light of the emergency exit signs.

The lights in the hallway were too bright, in her opinion, they had too much glare. Maybe that was true, or maybe it was the lack of sleep talking, but it was a long while before she could fully stop squinting as she made her way down the corridor to the bathrooms. As per usual, the floor of the shower block was soaked, slick with water where others couldnt be bothered to clean up, and Iselin almost slipped into the wall as she turned on the stream of water. She had sworn when she'd stepped under the spray, the water ice cold.

She had returned to the dorm in chaos, the carpet sodden where E-va had tried to fix the faulty piping, the rest of the girls huddled around in blankets while Neon and E-va argued over the broken pipeline. There were exposed electrics on the far wall, too, so the situation was probably far worse than anyone realised.

Iselin had lost her cool then, cursed the squad out and told them to deal with their own problems and fix the mess themselves and had only remained in the dorm long enough to find a set of clean clothes, which she had dragged with her to her old dorm to get dressed, before storming off towards ExTes.

Iselin's problems, no matter how big, usually ended up with her heading for the base's lab in an attempt to avoid the issue, and it was no different this time, walking the familiar corridors with her mind racing a million miles a minute.

And then sirens started blaring.

Andreas' feed popped up in her HUD, and Iselin was bordering on screaming.
"Please, please tell me you have good news, before I punch something." She groaned, running her hands through her hair.
"Uh.... I have news? Good or bad depends on your interpretation. We have a lock on Ky's location. However, he's at RNHQ." She groaned again.
"You know what, I say Fuck It and we just go for it. Its been weeks, anything that happens is on him, not me. Scramble a shit ton of people, whatever. I'm done with this fucking war. This ends today, one way or another."

4 hours later, stood in San Diego, Iselin could finally appreciate the time difference between. It'd been dark in Bergen when they had left, but here it was barely lunchtime, and the sun was shining down almost unbearably. The city was deserted when they started the walk towards RNHQ, though they saw a few intrigued faces peering out of windows when they strolled past apartment blocks.
"OK, everyone, we need to be on the lookout for Red Nexus soldiers, make sure you have your squad mates' backs. We're in their territory now, so you want to stay safe." Alan called. He (and the rest of the people who knew) were also looking out for Ky, hoping they could apprehend him before they got sprung by the corporation

This wasn't to be the case.

They had only just entered the same district as the HQ when the soldiers started appearing, swarming from side streets and pushing the Walkers towards the courtyard that their menacing base was stood in. It did not take long for the walkers to be completely surrounded, Iselin fighting back-to-back with her band, Alan and Martijn. Her Squad weren't far away, only a few meters to her left, but with a sea of black and red armour between them, it was all she could do to send them updates via chat and make sure that their strategy channel stayed open. She caught an odd glimpse of a white hoodie in some alleys every now and then, knowing full well it was KYGO skirting around the edge of the battlefield, and grew increasingly annoyed every time she spotted him, because there was nothing she could do to recapture him. By the looks on some of her friends faces, they had seen him too.

And then Chris' voice rang out across the battle, screaming Alan's name, and chills ran down Iselin's spine.

A little red spot hovered over the ID patch on Alan's chest.

Not much.

But enough. 

Almost everyone in their group froze. Iselin had an arrow locked in place on her bow, but with no target to fire at, she was just as useless as the guy over by the temporary med tent who was stood with a shortsword, looking rather overwhelmed and not quite sure what to do with himself. Chris threw himself through the crowd, pushing people out of the way, not really caring whether they were ally or enemy, but he wasn't quick enough. A gunshot echoed through the square.

And the rest of the front line fell silent. 

A/N: tee hee. how about i just leave this story for a while? :P lots of suspense right now. maybe i go spend a week figuring out how to upload this to AO3 instead of giving you the end of the scene...

you opened this chapter and went cool; sappy date between martin and this other guy (please someone tell me theyve figured out who he is, ive worked so hard on him) and then BAM haha assassination attemptsssss 

jkjk i love you all (Shep especially <3) but this story is not gonna get any easier sorryyyyyyyy lots more trauma before the end

30/08/24- UPDATE i found my actual draft of this chapter and much preferred it over this so I've switched out some bits to give it a bit more pizzazz