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Alice of Yellow
Megatron, Lugnut and Shockwave obediently followed their ghostly guides as they were led to their soon-to-be-freedom. Icy, Hothead and Random continued to hum melancholic tunes as they drove away any Autobots that would hinder them. Finding something to distract him from their long trek, Megatron noticed the energon and fluids that dribbled from Icy's frame and leaving a trail of the metal floor. He looked down as he saw one of his stabilizing servos stepping on a drop. He lifted it up slowly, expecting it to be stained somewhat. He was mildly surprised to see that the fluids stayed on the floor and continued to walk. The Decepticon leader looked back to see the trail Icy left behind, they were faded just like the ghost. The energon emitted a dying glow in the long winding halls.
"We need weapons Blitzwing, if we are to make it out," said Megatron as he remembered his near recent capture at the hands of the Autotroopers.
The triple-changer did not immediately reply to his lord as he continued to walk. Megatron felt a slight twitch of annoyance, before he could open his glossa…
"Ze veapons should be stored in ze Armory, right next to ze med bay…" Icy muttered to the three online Decepticon behind him.
The med bay… even when offline; Icy, Hothead and Random stayed away from it. It was the very place they lost each other. Memories of pain and the aura of death billowed forth from the area like a horrible stench. Even as the medics did their best to keep it disinfected and clean, spiritually it was a corrupted place.
Tainted…
But not only that, it was where they kept the Yellow Autobots. The three knew that once they started the song they would eventually reach their tragic tale. Of all the five, the last two suffered the worst of all fates.
Icy blinked as he saw that the others were in front of him, staring back at him with confusion. He looked and noticed that he had stopped when he was lost in his thoughts. Shaking his head he caught up with them.
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Icy and his two others grimaced as they felt the unseen malevolent energies hit them. A sickening feeling of disgust and horror slithered its way through the three of them. If they not had a good reason to be here, all three of them would have fled quickly as if Unicron himself was after them. But for the freedom of their leader and two of his comrades, it was worth it. Icy looked back at the three, not surprised to see that they were unaffected. Of course… the online were not as sensitive to the otherworldly energies.
"Is there a problem, Blitzwing?" asked Megatron as he noticed that Icy's, Hothead's and Random's forms were more faded to the point of being invisible.
"No, my lord," Icy responded as he continued forward before stopping in front of the entrance to the Armory. "Ze veapons are inside,"
Shockwave and Lugnut stood by the side of the doors. The Decepticon double-agent lightly entered the codes (given by Blitzwing) with his talon-like digits. With an electronic beep the doors slid open. The two Decepticon lieutenants peered inside; relieved to see no one. They rushed inside and inspected various guns and cannons, Megatron followed closely behind. The Decepticon leader turned to see the three phantoms simply standing outside the Armory; Icy was staring at the med bay that was across from them.
"Excuse me, sir, but I vill be back in a few nanoclicks. Zere are a few things I must do," said Icy, without turning to looks at Megatron.
The triple-changer, along with his two other personas faded away as they walked towards the med bay.
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Invisible, the three looked around the med bay. Icy's face wrinkled as another wave of malicious energy struck the three. Hothead and Random would have done the same, if they had their frames. Though the med bay was well-kept and organized the three wandering Sparks would easily see energon and other Cybertronian fluids staining the walls and berths. These were of course invisible to the online, but they were here as a scarring reminder of the deaths and pain left by those who were unable to be saved as their Sparks extinguished.
Their passing were painful, the violent emotions before their offlining left marks. To the online it appeared to be any normal, clean med bay. To the offlined... it was like a slaughter room. The only person inside was a lone Autobot medic who was typing furiously away in front of a computer, trying to fill in the day's report.
Icy trembled in rage as he recognized the very same medic who gave him that half-aft job of sedation, forcing the triple-changer to hear Hothead's and Random's suffering. His processor was bent on one thing, to slag that Autobot-scum to the fires of the Pit. But not without a bit of fun, Icy mused as he grinned murderously as the oblivious medic.
The triple-changer let out a chuckle, grinning as he saw the medic stiffened and turn to look behind him. Seeing no one he slowly turned back the computer screen and proceeded with his work. Icy casually walked right next to the medic and looked at the computer's monitor.
"You have horrible grammar," Icy noted as he faded back into existence.
The medic screamed in horror and shock as he tried to retreat away from the triple-changer. The chair tipped and crashed onto the floor while the medic landed on his back. Grunting in pain he sat up and continued to back away from Icy, his stabilizing servos sliding on the polished floor in his fear.
"Remember me?" Icy slowly advanced upon the medic like a predator having finally cornered its prey.
"Y-you're that nut-job of a Decepticon! B-but that's impossible, you o-offlined yourself!" the medic stuttered as he stared with a fearful look.
"Offline I may be, but zat doesn't mean I am truly gone," Icy laughed manically before grabbing the medic with his ghastly servos as they solidified.
The medic shrieked before being silenced as he was slammed into the wall.
"Let's see how it feels to be fed with your own medicine," said Icy in a disturbingly soothing voice. "All ve have to do is take a few pieces out,"
Hothead's and Random's Spark appeared next to Icy as they each grabbed onto one of the medic's servos. Icy held the medic's chassis in a vice-like grip. All at once they began to pull. The medic howled in pain as he felt his circuits stretch and break. First his left arm as it was torn from his shoulders, the wires and cables sparking as pieces of his armor sprayed into the air and falling, littering the floor. Then his other arm, it snapped halfway from his elbow leaving Random holding his servo and forearm.
At the same time Icy gave one final tug and the medic's Spark Chamber split in half. A jagged tear ripped right through from end to end like a malicious grin. His glowing Spark quickly extinguished to nothing as it was exposed to the open. The three specters let go the severed limbs of the offlined medic, his face frozen in screaming pain. Energon and fluids mixed horribly together into a thick sluggish mass as it basked the mutilated medic in an unearthly glow.
Icy, Hothead and Random felt fatigue wash over them. Being less solid meant that they had to use more energy if they wanted to hold onto things that were solid, or online, or else their servos would just pass right though them. But the taste of revenge made it all the worthwhile.
"Feeling better?" asked Random.
"Much better," Icy replied as he walked further down the dimly lit med bay.
Icy stopped as he watched from a distance, at one corner of the med bay were two berths that stood side by side. Resting on them were two yellow Autobots. One of them was a femme and the other was a mech. They were small compared to the triple-changer, about the same height as that Autobot Bumblebee, but they were almost the same age of full grown bots. In height and appearance they were almost identical, like twins.
They did not stir or awaken from the bloody commotion Icy, Hothead and Random made. They were in a very deep stasis. They rested on the sides of their frames, both facing each other as their servos and digits intertwined together. Icy's face softened in sympathy as he approached the two resting bots. Even though stellar cycles of war had hardened his Spark, making him almost impervious to feelings, the painful past of these two were horrendous to him. Even if they were Autobots they were so young, they didn't deserve it.
Though these two bots were recharging in front of him, appearing very much online… the three Blitzwings knew that their Sparks had long left their frames. These in front of him were merely shells now. They had been like this for many stellar cycles. It was foolish for the Autobots to keep them here, captivated, hoping that one orbital cycle they would come back. Slag it, did they really expect these two to come back to their arms willingly after what the green one did to them? The thought sent a rush of irritation through Icy.
From behind him Icy could hear Megatron, Lugnut and Shockwave walking in; returning from raiding the Armory. But he continued to watch the two yellow ones.
"Blitzwing, what are you- Autobots!" Lugnut exclaimed as Megatron and Shockwave pointed their guns at the two yellow bots.
"Stop!" Icy yelled in a loud commanding voice, as he held up a servo.
The three online Decepticons looked at the triple-changer with bewilderedness. Icy turned back to the two yellow Autobots and gazed at them mournfully.
"Blitzwing, would you care to explain why you are protecting these Autobot-scums?" asked Megatron, his voice stressed with annoyance.
Icy merely looked at the two as he softly recited the lyrics of the Green Autobot femme before the melody started once more. This time the tune was different, a wooden xylophone played a light-hearted and childish tune. Random floated next to Icy as he began, once more imitating a femme Sparkling.
During zis two children vent into ze voods…
Icy sang his part; his ripe voice narrated the tale.
Zey had a tea party under rose trees…
The role switched again as Random led on.
An invitation from ze castle for zem vas…
Together the duo sang.
Ze tr-u-mp card of hearts…!
The three broke into chorus as Hothead joined them.
Ze fourth Alice vas two siblings…
Zeir curiosity, in ze Vonderland…
Going through many different doors…
Coming not too long ago in a yellow boat…
Random sang solo once more.
Ze stubborn big sister,
Icy followed next.
And smart little brother…
The duo sang together, like loving twins.
Though zey vere closet to Alice's Vonderland…
Pause…
Then a resounding bang, like doors of metal slamming shut. Icy, Hothead and Random picked up once more. But now the tune was dreary, their voices haunting.
Zey vere never voken from zeir deep dreaming…
Forever zey vandered in ze Vonderland!
Once again the toy piano banged out its piercing notes as the accordion wheezed out a repetitive tune. It continued and continued, expelling out the defective melody in a steady stream. It was irritating to hear, almost maddening if it continued any longer. Soon the song slowed before ending at one final discarded note from the toy piano. Then the note softly died to a silence…
Icy gave the two recharging Autobots a final look before turning to walk out of the med bay. Though it was unneeded; Megatron, Lugnut and Shockwave parted to give the triple-changer space. Shockwave noticed something from the corner of his optics; he turned and nearly gagged as he saw the butchered medic. Megatron and Lugnut noticed the double-agent's reaction as they too looked at the carnage with the same looks of disgust. Icy stepped out of the med bay, leaving his Decepticon comrades to dwell upon the lyrics themselves and his work. He stopped to face the wall in front of him, his frame trembled. Not from fear, but from sorrow.
To be continued…