Sequel to Deformity, so please that first before you continue!
So yea, this is another VOCALOID inspired fanfic. I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself. I just loved how all of you liked Deformity that it motivated me to make a sequel.
So please, enjoy!
Summary: Gather children for Blitzwing will sing you a song, a forgotten tale about the dark secrets of the Stockades. Inspired by the VOCALOID song, Alice of Human Sacrifice.
Recommendation!!! You should hear the song before/while/after you/you're/you read(ing) (this) fanfic.
URL: http://www. youtube. com/ watch?v=j6MltGHO-lE (without the spaces)
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated and/or VOCALOID.

Alice of Red
Pairs of strong servos clutched onto Megatron's arms as he was led down the halls of the Stockades. Stasis cuffs wrapped around his wrists, poised to send him into stasis if the Decepticon leader were to make any sudden movements. The prisoner and his jailers stopped in front of his cell. The Autotrooper to the left of him punched in a set of codes on a lock pad without loosening his grip on Megatron. Bars of energy deactivated, granting access into Megatron's prison.

The Autotroopers led the Decepticon leader inside and walked out. The same Autobots reentered the same set of codes and the energy bars reactivated, sealing Megatron inside except for a small slot in the middle. Megatron approached the front of his prison and slipped his servos through the slot, he had been doing this for many orbital cycles. One of the Autotrooper approached and deactivated the stasis cuffs and backed away from the Decepticon. Megatron retracted his servos, rubbing his wrists as the energy bars closed off all openings.

The Autotroopers left, leaving Megatron to brood once more. It was humiliating enough that he had been bested and captured by none other than Optimus Prime; his plans fell to pieces because of his meddlesome teammates as well. The one flaw that Megatron did, he should have learned earlier, was to never underestimate ones enemies. He learned that the hard way. And now here he was, in the hands of the enemy. How low for the leader of the Decepticons to be beaten by the leader of a mere Space Bridge maintenance team?

His thoughts drifted off as he thought about the Stockades themselves. He observed every detail carefully, from the schedule of those who guarded it to the position of cameras placed in the halls. But the Autobots were clever enough to allow him, very, limited access. He saw little of the Stockades, not even a fraction of the prison complex. What he needed were schematics, blueprints and his lieutenants. But the Autobots have made sure to give Megatron no chances. Lugnut and Shockwave were placed in separate cells, far away from each other.

His lieutenants… besides Starscream, Megatron also lost Blitzwing. Upon hearing the offlining of the triple-changer it had somewhat came as a shock, a great loss. Though somewhat unstable, processor-wise, Blitzwing had proven himself a great soldier. It was by a few rumors that were tossed around did Megatron discover the triple-changer's desire to offline himself. The Autobots, oh how that name stung his vocalizers, had tampered with his processor and disabled his two personalities. Sometimes the Decepticon leader found the triple-changer's antics, and his personalities, to be a slight annoyance. But he would never do what the Autobots would have done, perish the thought. He understood how much Hothead and Random meant to the dominant personality, Icy. Misery drove the triple-changer to crush his own Spark.

Megatron was snapped out of his thoughts as something caught his audio receptors. He swore for a nanoclick he heard giggling Humans. He listened intently, but only silence filled the air. The Decepticon leader relaxed.
One vith two heads…

What was that? No… it was impossible. Megatron stood up.
A deformed diva…

No doubt about it; that was Blitzwing's voice.
A blue beast zat loves…

The disembodied voice sang, growing louder.
to eat things cold…

Then a pause…
"Blitzwing?" nothing, Megatron felt somewhat foolish.

Maybe he was becoming delirious. Megatron turned back to sit on his berth.
"It has been some time since ve last met, my liege," an echoing voice traveled into his cell.

Megatron could almost feel his Spark jump as a chilling feeling shivered its way through his frame. The leader of the Decepticons turned as he saw Blitzwing fade into existence, kneeling in front of his cell.

"Blitzwing, but how? You're supposed to be offline,"

"I am offline, sir," the triple-changer stood up. Megatron almost let out a scream of horror and disgust, but composed himself.

Only his face portrayed his surprise and shock. It was Blitzwing alright; all the way from his cannons to his armor-plating the triple-changer appeared just as Megatron last saw him, except more transparent and faded. He could see right through the triple-changer. On his chassis was a ruined hole where his Spark should have been. From the wretched gap energon and mech fluids sluggishly dripped from it in thin sickly streams.

"Vas my singing pleasing to you, sir?" the apparition asked.

Megatron tore his gaze from the hole to Blitzwing. The triple-changer's ruby optics had dimmed from their usual brilliance to a rusty red.
"Yes, very nice Blitzwing. But how-"

"A pity I did not go to ze Vell of ze All Spark as planned," said Blitzwing as he looked sadly at the gaping hole, a servo hovering over it to grasp his now empty Spark Chamber. "It looks like I am still needed in zis vorld,"

As if on cue, they heard the sound of mechanical doors sliding open and echoing footsteps. Blitzwing craned his head to the source of the sound before staring back at Megatron, giving his leader a small smile before fading away into the air. Just then an Autotrooper turned around the corner, his featureless face gazed at Megatron. It was somewhat unnerving, but Megatron was indifferent to it.

And like a predator stalking its prey, Blitzwing pounced from the shadows behind the Autobot. The 'bot gasped for a moment and shuddered, ripples of inky purple mist flowed from him. Otherworldly energy invaded his processor as the triple-changer assimilated into the Autobot. Then the Autotrooper went rigid like a mannequin, blood red flashed by his optics before fading back into its usual electric blue. Then like a puppet, he went limp.

"A tight fit, but this vill do," the Autotrooper's voice was heavily accented, as he straightened and inspected himself.

The now possessed Autotrooper walked, jerkily, towards Megatron's cell and punched in the same sequence of codes. With a dying hum, the energy bars deactivated. Megatron stepped out to see that the possessed Autotrooper had opened his chassis, revealing his Spark.

"May you burn in ze Pit… for vat you did to me," spat Blitzwing coldly from the Autotrooper's vocalizers.

His servo began to make his way towards the exposed Spark. But the servo stopped short, shaking uncontrollably.
"N-no…" came a new, labored and deeper voice from the Autotrooper, the voice of the Autobot himself.

The Autotrooper grunted, in a mix of his and Blitzwing's voice before his hold faltered for a moment. The triple-changer grabbed this silver of an opportunity and pushed the servo into the Spark Chamber and crushed it. The Autotrooper kneeled on the ground before falling, face-flat on the cold surface. Energon pooled around the colorless corpse. From his frame Blitzwing's transparent form rose sluggishly before looking back at Megatron.

"Come, I know ze vay," the triple-changer proceeded forward.

Megatron gaze shifted between the offline Autotrooper and Blitzwing, unable to comprehend what happened. Everything felt so surreal. Megatron noticed the triple-changer had gone off without him, he ran to catch up.

"Blitzwing, what has happened to you?" asked Megatron as he finally walked in stride with the triple-changer, inspecting his lieutenant.

"My Spark vas denied rest, I have become bound to this place," a ghostly servo swept over him as he referred to the Stockades as a whole. "I am now a lost Spark, vandering aimlessly in these halls,"

"What of Hothead and Random?" asked Megatron, looking around.

"Zey are here," a smile spread as two miniscule stars appeared in front of the triple-changer.

One of them illuminated a crimson red light, the other was amethyst purple.
"Long time no see, sir!" the violet Spark let out a string of laughter.

"I vill find and make those glitch-headed Autobots pay!" the crimson Spark flared for a moment as he took on his leader's predicament.

"So all of you…" Megatron started.

"I zink ze Human vould call us ghosts," said Icy as he cradled the two Sparks in his servos like a protective older brother, his face softened from his typical cold glare.

Silenced passed as Icy continued to gaze at his other personas.
"Vould you like to hear a song?"

"No, that would give us away," said Megatron, waving a servo to turn down the offer.

"I have haunted ze Stockades for some orbital cycles, ze Autobots tend to stay away from ze areas vhere zey hear my singing," said Blitzwing.

"Then sing, what is the song of your choice?"

"A tale of five Autobots, locked away in ze Stockades. History has forgotten zem, but zeir tales vill be sung again," Blitzwing announced.

"Wait, Autobots?" Megatron stopped in mid stride.

"You think zat ze Stockades vere only meant for Decepticons and traitors?" Random's Spark floated in front of Megatron, his voice bewildered. "Oh vow, these Autobots know how to keep a secret!"

"Yes, Autobots have been locked up in ze Stockades before. But of course memories of zem have vanished," Hothead flew up next to Random.

"One by one zey offlined here in this very prison but like me; zeir Sparks still vander aimlessly, cursing zeir own kind" said Icy.

"So it's quite fortunate zat this song has been written just like ze tales of ze five Autobots, a bit too coincidental if you ask me. But convenient," said Random.

"What song…" asked Megatron as they continued.

"There vas once a little dream," Random began to narrate.

"No one knows who had dreamt it, it vas really a small dream," Icy continued.

"This made ze little dream think… 'I don't vant to disappear. How can I make people dream of me?'" Random piped. "Ze little dream thought and thought and at last had an idea,"

"'I vill make people come to me...'" a distant toy piano played a faulty tune, growing louder with every note as Hothead growled. "'And zey vill make my vorld...'"

A reed pipe played high, airy notes with the toy piano. Megatron noticed the song was coming from the triple-changer himself. Metal clinked dully into a beat, slow and steady. But coupled with the jumbled melody, the song was twisted and unnatural. In the background an accordion wheezed out a short tune, keeping time with the clinking metal.

Random began, his voice chopped with sharps and flats as he sang merrily.
Ze first Alice vas a gallant red one…
Veilding a sword in a hand, in ze Vonderland…
Slicing down everything in her vay…
She vas followed by a bloody red path…

Icy and Hothead joined in chorus. Hothead's deeper voice and Icy's more mellow voice mixed horribly with Random's delirious tone.
Zis new Alice… deep in ze voods…
Vas trapped as a… vanted fugitive…
If it veren't for ze red path zat she made…
No one vould think zat she was even there-

The toy piano struck a note, ending the music.
"Is it over?" Megatron had not enjoyed it; in fact it had very much disturbed him.

An Earth song playing a tale about five Humans who had some similarities with five unknown Autobots, it sounded like a crazy fantasy at best.
"Zat vas just ze beginning," said Icy.

"Like ze song, many stellar cycles ago there vas a red Autobot femme," said Hothead.

"You could say she vas delusional and paranoid, always thinking somebot vas after her. Humans' vould have labeled her a schizophrenic. But she vas a great fighter," said Random.

"Zen one day, she broke down at an oil bar. A massacre, energon vas sprayed everywhere," said Icy.

"Instead of helping her recover her sanity," said Hothead.

"Zey took ze easy vay and threw her in ze Stockades," Random let out a cackle.

"Stellar cycles passes and her madness deepened till her time ran out. But from her dying vocalizers, she whispered for fluids to flow once more," said Icy.

"And so she became ze first of ze Autobots," all three personalities spoke in unison.

Megatron gave the three of them a look of skepticism.
"A wonderful tale, I'm sure. But it's nothing more than to frighten Sparklings," Megatron said blandly.

"Everybot's a skeptic," if he had his frame, Random would have shrugged his shoulders.

"Vhere vould you like to go, my liege?" asked Icy.

"We must first free Shockwave and Lugnut, after that we can make our escape,"

"Hmm… Lugnut vould be closer. He is located at ze more lower levels of ze Stockades," said Icy.

"Then lead on, Blitzwing," ordered Megatron.

The triple-changer nodded as he continued down the spacious halls, two glowing Sparks drifting around the both of them like lost fireflies.

To Be Continued…