A/N: This fiction is based around the Kill Bill Vol.1 story-line. Though I may use a few lines from the script here and there believe me when I say that it is only for the 'effect'...see what I did there? The whole point of this fic for me is to use Tarintino's groundbreaking movie (If you haven't seen Kill Bill watch it) as the overall base of the story but other then that everything else is just pure Mass Effect. This idea has been floating around my head for a while now so I decided to give it a shot, who knows you guys may like it :) Story alerts, fav's and reviews are deeply appreciated even if it's a bad one just please be constructive, I only wish to better myself.

I sadly do not own Kill Bill nor do I own Mass Effect (But it would be pretty damn awesome if I did.)

Shepard was completely vulnerable as her paralyzed body pinned her down to the chapel's unyielding floor. Every breath she took burned torturously within her lungs all the way back up to her windpipe. Her left eye was swollen and had become bruised like the rest of her face, she was barely recognisable.

In between deep desperate breaths Shepard whimpered helplessly as she looked up at the people she had once called friends with pleading eyes.

They ignored her as they all carelessly focused their attention elsewhere.

A familiar click of footsteps echoed towards her at a achingly slow pace. The turian paused once he met her feet and towered over her battered frame.

"Do you find me sadistic?" he asked.

His words echoed inside the blood stained chapel drilling them into her mind. Shepard however, remained silent and it wasn't due to her busted lip.

Crouching down to her level the turian pulled out a cloth from his grey civvies and gently pressed it towards her face, wiping away the dark traces of crimson blood that smothered her once peach tinted skin.

"I bet you'd love nothing more than to feed me to the Reapers right now," he stated with a slight chirp of humour in his voice. His expression however was one of undeniable anger.

The turian's mandibles flared while he traced the cloth across Shepard's busted lip, sending a singe of pain to coarse through her body.

"And yet you deny yourself that luxury because you and I both know that there is nothing sadistic in my actions."

He still had the same rasp to his voice, the same hypnotic rumble to his accent that you couldn't help but notice even if you were inches from death.

"To others, maybe," he continued while his talons concentrated on her injured face. "But not us. Not you."

Shepard was petrified as she laid beneath him helplessly. The Reaper threat meant nothing to her right now as he stood back up and loaded his pistol with a fresh heat sink.

He scanned Shepard's beaten body once more with his deep blue eyes while he slowly caressed his pistol. That was it. That was when the situation really hit her and damn did it hit her hard.

He was actually going to go through with this.

Shepard refused to break eye contact with him. If he really had his mind set on this then she wanted to look him straight in the eye when he did it. She saw little point in cowering away from the intimidating barrel that was soon to be pointed at her. There was nowhere to run. Even if there was a way to escape every one of these bastards her limbs refused to move, leaving her at a laughable disadvantage.

Earlier Shepard had tried to place her hands on the swollen round bump that stood out on her stomach to check that their... her unborn child was alright. She had received no blows to the stomach, she made damn sure of that. Throughout the beating she had leaned her face into the punches forcing the bastards to take gratitude in the open opportunity and land their strikes there.

Shepard hated to admit it but she felt incredibly weak, she was barely winning her fight to stay conscious. That was without trying to raise an arm slightly to reassure her child that she was okay and that there was nothing to worry about.

In some ways she was glad that she couldn't move and do that. It would have been the very first lie that she had ever told her child, and sometimes some things were just better left unsaid.

Shepard snapped back into her horrific reality as she caught the turian staring at her expression before his eyes slowly descended down her body to meet her bump. The hatred that plastered itself onto his face was heart breaking, it was like every bit of good in him had been drained away and replaced with fury.

She had seen that look before, back on the Normandy whenever he confided in her about Sidonis.

As far as Shepard was concerned she might as well have been Sidonis, only difference being that she was a human and nobody was about to stop the angered turian from taking the shot this time. Her crew, her friends, just stood around her and just fuckingwatched.

He secured the heat sink in place and aimed the the M-6 Cannon towards her head. Feeling the gun's aim upon her was unsettling enough, but to know that she got him that pistol as a gift back on the Normandy made her stomach wrench into tight knots of irony.

"Well Shepard, this moment, this is me at my most masochistic," he said in a defeated tone.

In a fucked up sort of way Shepard was proud of him. He went from being a nervous and melodramatic turian back on the SR1 and now here he was: Confident and badass as ever giving her the biggest 'fuck you' in the galaxy.

He twitched his mandibles in anticipation as his talon slid over the trigger.

Shepard reacted quickly forcing herself to speak regardless of her current state. He was definitely serious about putting a bullet in her.

"Garrus…" she choked looking past the barrel of the pistol and into his deep blue eyes, to perhaps find the slightest piece of hope.

"It's your baby -" her sentence was cut short as Garrus' bullet wedged itself into her skull.

Blood splattered dramatically across the floor and onto the audience. The present crew exchanged glances but didn't utter a word, as they left the blood bath of the chapel in a deafening silence.