Iron Fist Wedding: Chapter 6

William proves himself to be more cunning and wittier than Alan had presumed, but now he’s got to tell Roger Smith what happened.

What will Roger think? And what other surprises lie in store for William Prime?

Keep watching and find out!

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‘Iron Fist Wedding’ Chapter 6, “The arrival”:




Alan laughs insanely as he holds the device in one hand and his golden gun in the other, “So William Prime, where would you like to be shot? Perhaps in the head? The heart?”

Sweat trickles down the back of William’s neck as he remains frozen in place, the fear of moving clearly displayed in his eyes. “Please Mr. Gabriel, just use the device and leave me alone…I don’t to die!” William squeaks out.

“Ah yes, that’s what I like to hear!” Alan laughs happily, “Please by all means beg for mercy…it will make your death so much more enjoyable!”

He takes a couple of steps closer towards William and places the tip of the barrel against William’s forehead, “You never answered my question however; where do you want to be shot? If you don’t decide…” he cocks the pistol, “Then I will decide for you.”

William looks up at the partially hidden face of Alan and gulps hard, “Please…just use the device and let me go.” Alan laughs a little and retracts the pistol from William’s head.

He twirls the pistol in his hand and catches it in the correct position. Suddenly he sneers and shoots William in the shoulder. “AAAAHHHHH!” William cries out in pain as he grabs his shoulder as a reaction, the blood pouring out onto his suit and staining the white inner shirt.

“Come on William, this isn’t very Negotiator-like of you…you’re supposed to do something clever and cunning, and take me down somehow. Surely giving in and letting me win goes against everything that a negotiator is supposed to do, am I right?” he asks as he raises the gun and aims it at William’s head again.

William is bent over in the chair holding his shoulder in tremendous pain, staring down at the floor. “Look at me when I talk to you!” Alan shouts as he cocks the pistol again. William slowly raises his head and looks up at Alan, “I have nothing to say to you…just use the device and stop shooting me!” William mutters.

Alan suddenly throws his arms into the air and waves the device and the gun around, “I don’t get it! I’m pushing all your buttons, but you’re still not acting like a negotiator! What’s wrong with you!” Alan asks as he re-aims the gun at William’s head.

“You’re the crazy one here; why don’t you ask yourself that question…” William begins as he grinds his teeth in pain. Blood oozes out between his fingers and covers over each finger like a fine deep, dark and rich red paint. He can feel the vessels under his skin pump blood through his body, and each pump brings excoriating pain that makes William weaker moment after agonizing moment.

“Come come now dear William, you’re not going to let me win this easily, are you?” Alan asks. “If I must in order to save my own life…then I will.” William admits as he leans over in the seat in extreme pain.

“Ah, this is no fun! You’re supposed to defy me; fight me to the bitter end; you know, so I can enjoy your death that much more…” Alan laughs insanely. “You are sick, sick man! I can see now why this Roger Smith guy didn’t like you!” William retorts angrily.

Alan laughs a little at this comment, “Oh my dear William there is so much more to it than that…” he sits in the co-pilot’s chair; but keeps the gun trained on William’s head the whole time. “Like what?” William asks.

All of a sudden Alan’s mouth frowns, “Oh…I see what you’re doing now dear William…you’re trying to stall me…” He sets the device down and puts the gun in his other hand.

Rising from his seat, he then walks over to William; William looking up at him slowly with disgust. With the swiftest of motions, he backhands William across the face with his metal hand and sneers at him.

“Do not take me for a fool! I have been a most gracious host; and I have spared your life thus far…but tempt me again; and your death will not only be painful, but it will be slow!” he shouts with contempt as he places the gun back in his metal hand and returns to his seat.

William’s face is bruised and battered from the blow, and four tiny slash marks across his cheek trickle blood down his face and neck. Tears begin to well up in his eyes, but he manages to hold them back.

“Face it my dear William, you’re not going to win! It’s impossible! I have the device; I have the gun, and I have complete control over the situation! There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me!” Alan states with a keen smile. “This may be true Alan, but I don’t want to die… please just use the device and let me go!” William begs.

“Well well well…I thought I had you pegged dear William…” Alan begins as he rests his gun arm upon the armrest of the co-pilot’s chair, “…it appears you are trying some kind of reverse psychology on me!” he admits. “Damn!” William mutters in a low voice.

“Ah ha! I knew it!” Alan shouts as he points at William with his free hand. He rises from the chair again and strolls around the front cabin near William, “You can’t fool me that easily; I’m smarter than you think.” He smiles a little.

“So, you think by telling me to use the device I’m not going to use it; fearing that’s what you want me to do, right?” he asks William. William barely gives him a glance, “Why should I tell you anything; you seem to have it all figured out already?” “Do not try my patience dear William! I may be enjoying our little chat; but once I’ve run out things to talk to you about; it’s bye-bye time!” Alan adds with a smirk.

“I’m not as stupid as I pretend to be…” Alan states. William smiles a little, “Do want a second opinion?” “Do you want another bullet in your body?” Alan quickly adds. William’s smile fades, and he sinks back into the chair.

He looks out the window and sighs lightly, the pain subsiding a little, but not much. Outside, the moon hovers over the sea of clouds and casts a soft grey reflection across the tops of the clouds, creating the illusion of a single giant cloud. William smiles gently and blinks slowly, enjoying a moment of peace without Alan talking.

“Don’t fall asleep on me William…I want you to see my moment of triumph!” Alan’s words cut through William like a knife and he hesitantly turns around to face him.

“Your moment of triumph?” William asks sarcastically. “Yes, my moment of triumph. When I take this device that you were so kind enough to leave in your suitcase for me to find and use it to travel back in time and kill Roger Smith before he has the chance to use Big O to ruin our plans!” Alan explains.

“So you think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you Alan?” William asks him with a slight hint of conviction. Alan eyes him suspiciously, although his eyes remain hidden, “Whatever do you mean my dear William?” he asks with serious question.

“Look at you, you’ve figured out how to prolong your life and yet you would throw it all away just to get revenge on an imperfect human…” William comments. Alan shakes his head lightly, “Ooh, you are good William Prime…I like how you think.”

He picks up the device and holds it in front of his face, “You see William, even though I may have figured out how to prolong my own life; I still haven’t figured out how to become truly immortal. I know that I will eventually die, and that even though the metal of my body will last forever, my flesh and bone will not.”

He lowers the device a little to look at William, “But you see my dear William with this device I can go back in time, and correct the mistakes I made in the past. I was able to transfer my memories into Big Duo, and thus when they found my body after the battle they assumed I was dead and left me there for the coroner to come and pick up, but I wasn’t dead…no…I was merely waiting for the right moment to come back and rejoin my body. However, with this little device here I will be able to transfer my memories permanently into my younger body; and there I can show the doctors how to transfer my memories from this aging flesh and tissue brain that I have now and put it into a machine; thus I can use that new body to kill Roger Smith before he has a chance to ruin our plans!” he laughs a little, “Essentially I’m killing two birds; or rather humans, with one stone.”

He leans towards Roger but still is a fair distance away, “So you see my dear William; to answer your question; I do have this all figured out!”

“You’re still human then…” William asks him keenly. “Well, partially…” Alan begins as he moves the gun around in his hand so he can move his fingers freely, “…I am not entirely android yet…” he reaches up and grabs the brim of his hat, and begins to lift it up.

William stares in horror as Alan fully removes his hat and reveals nothing under his hat other than a twisted network of wires and metal rods connected to his flesh brain. Wires move up and down and pulsate with electricity as they connect to various places of Alan’s brain. Robotic eyes are set back in his head so close to his brain that they actually touch it slightly.

He then reaches up and grabs his face, and after jerking it a little, it pops off and reveals a series of complex mechanisms to create expression and lip movement behind the faceplate. His nose area is missing, instead only having two small inlets for air in its place.

“You look surprised my dear William…” he states, but now his voice sounds a little more mechanical, “…were you expecting something else?” William gapes in sheer horror at the sight before him; speechless. Alan sighs and replaces his faceplate and his hat.

After a few reconnections, Alan’s face returns to normal, and he glares at William with a crazed expression upon his lips, “So…do you want to witness my moment of triumph then?” William finally stops shuddering in fear and leans forward a little towards Alan, “If it will spare my life; then yes…” his eyes sink down and his head drops to his chest. “Go on and use the device.” He mutters quietly in regret.

Alan smiles and picks up the device, and holds it up in front of him. He sets the gun down and pulls back his arm sleeve, revealing a connector port. Grabbing the cord of the device, he then takes the tip of the cord and plugs the connector into his arm.

He turns on the device, and presses a few buttons. The screen lights up, and the words, “Begin transfer?” appear in bold white letters against a black background. Two white arrows point down on the screen towards two buttons near the top, one arrow says, “Yes”, and the other says, “No”.

Alan smiles happily and looks up at William quickly, “Once again thank you my dear William…I shall make sure to kill you as well when I return to the past!” William looks up at little; a slight glitter in his eyes and he watches Alan raises his finger to press the “Yes” button.

“And now, Roger Smith, with the simple press of this button; I unleash the sword of vengeance upon thee! Farewell!” Alan shouts as he plugs the connector into his arm port and begins the transfer.

Just then, he looks around in shock. “What!” He looks around in confusion, “I’m still here…” he turns around to the controls of the plane, “The thermostat is where it’s supposed to be; but it’s so hot in here!” he tugs at his collar a little bit to relieve the heat.

William sits up straight in his chair and smiles, “I played you so well Alan; you don’t even know it…” “WHAT!” Alan shouts as his skin begins to boil and tear off of his body, and his body begins to shake. “You are just as much of a fool as I had presumed Alan.” William begins as he rises from his seat and walks towards Alan.

“Get away from me! What have you done to me!” he cries out as he can hear his bones crack and shatter inside of him.

“Obviously you didn’t read the book that came with the device entirely. It clearly states that the device only works on androids, not partial androids.” William begins, “It also says that if a human of cyborg/partial android should use this, several things will happen, starting with boiling of skin and flesh, then deterioration of skeleton followed by melting of entire body, resulting in DEATH!”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Alan cries out as the pain grows inside of him like a raging inferno, and his blood starts oozing out of his pores and his body begins to collapse in on itself. He falls to the floor and his flesh begins to adhere to the floorboards; sizzling and simmering as it slowly eats away at the ground.

“Who’s the fool now, Alan?” William adds as he watches Alan slowly and painfully die, “There’s much more to being a negotiator than simple negotiation.”

As Alan lies dead on the floor in a pool of reddish-brown liquid; William looks up.

“Shit! No one’s piloting the ship!” He cries out as he jumps over the puddle of Alan and hops into the pilot’s chair. “I have no idea how to fly this thing!” he yells as he watches the plane begin to nosedive and tries as hard as he can to pull the yoke up; but to no avail.

He begins to lift out of his seat as he pulls negative-Gs and the ground gets closer and closer in the windshield. William closes his eyes as he prepares to smash into the ground at a tremendous speed.

Just then, the plane suddenly jerks to a stop and William’s head smashes into the windshield. He bounces around inside the cockpit and finally stops on the dashboard controls upside-down. The plane then begins to tip backward, and straighten out and level out. William falls back into the pilot’s chair, and grabs his head in pain as he bleeds a little from a wound in his forehead.

“What in the hell just happened?” William asks as he suddenly hears a noise coming from outside of the plane. He carefully walks to the side door of the plane and slowly opens it, and steps back in shock at what he sees.

In front of him, he sees the head and torso of a giant robot. William gasps in awe at the sight before him. Suddenly, the front area of the robot’s chest begins to open, and reveals a man in a suit just like his seated in the pilot’s chair, and a young girl standing behind him. The man smiles at him, and the girl remains expressionless. “Looks like you needed a hand.” The man states with a slight smile.

“You must be Roger Smith…” William begins, confused. The man in the cockpit is a little taken back by this, but remains seated at the controls, “Why yes I am. How did you know?” he asks. “Let’s just say I know more about you now than I ever wanted to know…” William mutters as he reaches down to pick something up.

“How do you know about me?” Roger demands. William holds up the disconnected hand of Alan Gabriel, “Do you know what this is?” William asks sarcastically. R. Dorothy steps forward and points at the hand, “That is Alan Gabriel’s hand. How did you get it?” she asks.

Roger watches William and waits for his reply. “I guess I have a lot of explaining to do…” William begins as he suddenly grabs his head in dizziness. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he collapses to the ground.

“We have to get this man to a hospital quickly! If what I think happened here actually did happen…” Roger begins, “…then his troubles have only just begun.”