Unity - an alan walker fanfiction

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#19013/ Iselin PoV

The bunkers proximity alarm sounded, the siren powered by the nearby hospital's underground electricity cables, which I had tapped into when I first built the hideout. Normally, I wouldn't even have been here to hear it, but the abysmal rain had confined me to the shelter with nothing to do but sulk. I pulled the badly crafted periscope towards me in an attempt to see who was on top of my base, but they pulled open the trapdoor before I could catch a glimpse of them. A pair of boots appeared on the ladder before I could even think to look for somewhere to hide (not that I could, there was nothing down there but an old mattress and a camping stove). A pair of boots that I easily recognised, along with the trousers that followed,mas part of the uniform I had designed and created during the war.

Memories that I had tried so hard to drown out resurfaced, and I felt tears roll down my cheeks.
"Iselin?Are you in there?" A soft voice called out, one I knew all too well. I had spent nearly two years living alongside him, after all. I panicked.
"Alan! You can't be here. Go. Now. Please!" He just continued to climb down.
"No, Iselin, I want to talk to y- Holy- what the hell happened to you?!" He had turned around at the bottom of the ladder and seen me, my hair tangled, hands muddy and clothes ripped.
"Just about every damn thing satan could throw at me-" I replied bitterly, slumping down onto the mattress.
"I may as well die at this point; my careers over, I can't buy a bloody umbrella of all things, and-" I choked back the tears pouring from my eyes. I saw him move over, and a couple of seconds later, the mattress dipped as he sat down next to me.
"Talk to me, Ise. What's wrong?" I scowled
"None of your business."
"Do you need anything?" He was persistent.
"There's nothing you can do! Just leave me alone!" I sobbed, tears soaking my ripped denim jacket.

A clicking sound echoed through the bunker and I opened my eyes to find him going through a rucksack and pulling out a mug and a sachet of hot chocolate powder. Eyes screwed shut again, I ignored him as he rummaged through my stuff to find a kettle and a bottle of water, then lit the stove to boil it. Within minutes, he pressed the hot mug into my hands and urged me to drink it while it was still warm. I raised thecup to my lips and drank, not answering the questions he bombarded me with.
"You're tired, Ise. Let's get you home." He finally said when I let out a yawn. Immediately I tensed up again and grabbed onto the mattress.
"I don't want to go back there!" I blurted out. He made a confused face, but didn't question why.
"Okay. Chris' place then." I shook my head frantically
"I can't leave. I need to stay here. Please, Alan."
"I'm sorry, Ise."
"I-" Something pressed on my ears, and a tingle ran down my spine, before orange clouded my vision.

#1/ Mello/ Chris PoV

#0- Ise is coming back. Get the headphones off her before she can leave

Sure enough, the teenage girl appeared in the lounge, just moments after I received Alan's message, and I snatched the orange and grey headphones that lay at her feet before she could react.
"Hey Chris." She whispered. I looked her up and down, then immediately dragged her to her room.
"First; have a shower or a bath. I'll find some clothes for you. Then we're going to talk." I told her, shoving a clean towel and a bath robe at her and pushing her towards the bathroom, before checking what was in her wardrobe.

Only her spare walker suit.

It would have to do. I grabbed it and placed it on the bed, before running downstairs to the kitchen. The alarm on the oven was beeping, and I pulled the door open. The sweet, sugary scent of freshly baked chocolate cake filled the room and I breathed it in as Alan entered, leaning on the doorframe.
" You didn't burn it." He said with fake impression and I rolled my eyes in response.
"Love you too."

A shout sounded from upstairs, and Alan rushed off to find out what was wrong, while I started unpacking the two bags he had left on the side. Most of Iselin's stuff went straight in the wash, but I noticed as I sifted through the remaining things that she hadn't got anything of value, neither physically nor sentimentally. Her #19013 hoodie that Alan had given her wasn't there, her laptop was missing, and the only things that could link her to, well her, was three CDs and her collapsed drone. I sighed.
"M-3, run a diagnostics check on AV-8."

//Running Diagnostics//
//Power: 0%//
//System: Update 7.2//
//Scanners: Fully Functional//
//Diverting 10% Power//
//Rebooting...//
//Reboot Complete//

The metal logogram sparked, then unfolded to form the shape of the drone. An excited squeal came from upstairs as AV-8 reconnected to Iselin's HUD and she came running downstairs wearing one of Alan's hoodies and some tracksuit bottoms that had been sat in the back of the closet for so long I no longer knew who they originally belonged to.
"Thanks Chris! AV-8, go charge." She fell silent once more and sat on the sofa, not even noticing the cake on the side.
"Ise, I-"

#0- don't even try. There's something wrong but she won't say what. She wouldn't talk at all.

I ignored the message.
"Iselin, I get you don't want to talk to us, but we can't help if you don't tell what you need help with." She didn't reply. Instead she broke off into tears and the only sound in the room was her. Crying.

You- Alan go get some chocolate. I'll see if I can get her to talk

My boyfriend walked out of the room, leaving me with the teenager. She sniffed and lifted her head.
"Nice try. Not going to happen." As an afterthought, she added
"M-3, play medicine by Au/ra."

You- you can hack them?
#19013- of course I can hack them, I wrote at least half of the software on them.

The melody started playing from my drone and immediately I was shocked at how depressing the song was

You- Iselin, please tell me what's wrong.

After a couple of seconds she started speaking.
"It's damn Red Nexus. It's always damn Red Nexus! I have no idea why they go after me, but they do, and it's GETTING ON MY DAMN NERVES!" She sniffed.
"I guess you're right. I'm gonna have to talk eventually, so it may as well be now. I was in the studio on Friday, as usually. Y'know, last time we used the old one before we moved to the one in the basement." Her voice was little more than a whisper.
"I keep thinking that maybe, if I'd got home 5, 10 minutes earlier, or not gone out at all, I might have been able to stop them. But I wasn't a-and now- n-now..."

You- now what? Iselin talk to me

"N-now my sister's gone. A-and mom and dad are i-in ICU."

A/N: aaaaand were gonna leave it there for today. That is the end (actually this time) of my drafts so have fun with the trauma processing until I can get my ass in gear again (probably also at 2am on a day I have to get up at 6 for class)

Anyways this chapter brought to you by Jet Lag: The Game (yes this is an actual thing and I love it. Go watch it, it's on youtube) and me having a mental breakdown over Logan Sargeant getting dropped midseason :(((( RIP king you will be missed.