A/N: Thanks again for all the feedback :) I apologise in advanced if anybody gets offended by some of the swear words I use. Also I decided not to describe Shepard in much detail at all. I keep going to type in things that hint towards her appearance but I would much rather you guys imagine your own Shepards in this badass role. On another note I just wanted to mention that I do not hate Garrus at all, he is one of my favourite characters and I feel he suits the role he has, it shows us a deeper and darker side to him that we are not use to. As for Kaiden being Shepard's Groom, I may or may not have done that just so I had a reason to kill him. Sorry Shenko fans, but the guy annoys me, don't worry I will dwell more into all the whys and what ifs later on in the story. Other than that enjoy :)

I do not own Mass Effect or Kill Bill. :'(

Four years Later…

The dull green colour of the heart monitors resembled how each comatose patient was feeling. Alive in nature but physically dead. All but one.

In a confined corner there laid the saviour of the galaxy, Shepard. Her hair entirely mangled while her body was awkwardly resting on the stiff bed.

Four years of her life taken away, just like the two years that were stolen from her when she died in the SR1's destruction. In the most tragic of times even death keeps its distance. A lesson that Shepard was beginning to learn all too well.

In a sudden movement Shepard flung up into sitting position, flinging her arms and gasping for sweet air as she did so. In a state of panic she scanned the room trying to understand why she was in what seemed like a hospital. Her brain throbbed as it was attacked with a cruel memory.

"Well Shep, this moment, this is me at my most masochistic." The bullet cracks into her skull, flooding her body and mind with darkness.

Shepard clutched the part of her head where the bullet had penetrated through her. It felt as if it was hollow and numb. She flinched at the thought of the amount of cybernetics she must have within her now. When discussing 'The Lazuras Project' with Miranda back on the Normandy, the bitch had mentioned a number of times the excessive amounts of cybernetics they had needed to rebuild to her. Miranda, the whore who helped beat her to a pulp before witnessing Garrus load a bullet into her head.

Something else had dawned on Shepard in her moment of awakening. Something other than her lust for revenge. She dared not look down at her stomach, but she had no other choice. She peered slowly down her torso with involuntary tears flooding from her eyelids, as she became torturously aware that her stomach was flat. Her hand retreated up and down her belly button weakly as she let out a piercing scream which should have been enough to wake up the other patients from their comas.

In a whimpering mess she wailed, "My baby…" while she clutched her gown and hung her throbbing head.

Both of her palms where shaking with self pity as she lifted them up to her face. The tears had finally stopped as she turned her pain into anger and squeezed her hands into fists.

A noise outside her room disrupted Shepard from her rage. She froze, staring at the far-end door and began to panic. She heard someone whistling and footsteps approaching the room she was confined in. Trusting her instincts she flung herself back onto the bed.

A male human nurse who just barely had brown hair thanks to his receding hairline entered first with a batarian following him. The batarian did not look like he worked at the hospital.

Both figures stood at the end of her bed. She could feel their eyes on her, examining her.

"She's a beauty isn't she? That will be two hundred credits per round," the human grinned.

"Hmm she'll do," replied the batarian as her reached for his omni-tool transferring the credits to the nurse.

Shepard forced herself to remain completely still. She had just come out of a coma, there was no way she could take on two males of their size single-handedly. She would wait for her moment to strike.

The human turned to face the batarian who still had his eyes locked onto Shepard's body.

"You ever done it with a human before?" the nurse asked curiously.

Batarian's were not exactly known for being particularly fond of humans.

"Nah she's my first. I've never really understood the fascination with them."

Their conversation was making Shepard want to puke. The sooner she got out of here the better.

"Well once you get started I'm sure you'll see the light," the human chucked. "However, I need to have your word that all you're gonna do is get your freak on. That means no punching her, no marking her...basically nothing that the nurses will be able to notice in the morning. I know what some of you batarian's do to humans for fun, and this isn't the place. Are we clear?"

The batarian nodded eagerly in response, too busy eyeing up Shepard's body to take offense from the nurse's accusations.

"Good. I'll be back in twenty." The human slapped the batarian on his torso taking his leave from the room.

After hearing all that Shepard was definitely beginning to feel nauseous, but took in deep breaths through her nose trying to keep composed.

This was proven difficult however when she felt the batarian's weight on the bed and suddenly on top of her. He positioned himself between her numb legs.

Thank fuck he was still clothed and had the blankets between them.

His greasy face was inches away from hers, she could feel his breath upon her lips. Any minute now she reassured herself.

"You are the best-looking alien i've had today," he murmured with the distinctive batarian flang to his voice. "For a human anyway." He leaned in closer forcing his lips onto hers, shoving his intruding tongue down her throat.

Shepard struck in an instant.

In the silent room a shriek was let out by the batarian as she used all her power to bite down on his lower lip. Shepard looked the rapist dead in the face, all of his eyes were overcome with terror.

Shepard wasn't sure what was making him scream more the fact that she woke up scaring the living shit out of him, or the fact that she was ripping his face off with her bare teeth. She concluded that it was both of those factors.

With the little force she could muster she launched the now unconscious batarian off the bed, spitting out a ghastly chunk of his face within her mouth.

Purple blood had splashed onto her white gown. Her chest and mouth were also completely covered in his blood too.

Fueled with adrenaline Shepard sat upright and threw herself off the bed. The plan quickly went to hell as her legs caved in. In her state of panic earlier over the loss of her child and actually being alive she didn't realise that her legs were completely numb and that she couldn't feel them.

"Fuck, please please please this can't be happening," Shepard coarsely voiced in her weak state.

The squeaky clean floor was hard and rough, it hurt to slam against it with that much force. But she had come way too far to give up now.

Down the corridor she heard the familiar whistling. The nurse was on his way back. She had to move fast. Frantically she thoroughly searched the dead batarian, finding a small combat knife within his pockets.

"Thank the spirits!" she swooned but then suddenly became enraged by another memory of Garrus. He used to say it a lot and it seemed to have rubbed off on her from when they were together. The bastard.

The whistling continued to get louder. The nurse would be here any minute.

Struggling for control she used her saturated arms to pull herself along the floor into a corner.

The nurse halted outside the door and knocked twice. "Times up buddy, I'm coming in ready or not." He opened the door smoothly "Had a good ti-" his words were cut short by the sight before him. The batarian was brutally murdered on the floor in a huge puddle of his blood. "Whoa," he gasped, his eyes trained on the corpse and empty bed.

Behind the door Shepard held her breath clutching the knife possessively while she laid on her side. She had to time this just right, it had been years since she trained with a knife. She tried to remember what she had learned back in her Alliance training and tightened her grip on the weapon.

The nurse hovered where he stood, creating a perfect opening.

With one clean slice to the ankle the nurse was down on the floor, shrieking in pain. Shepard gripped his uniform, brutally dragging him to the door. She positioned his head between the metal door and the door frame.

She looked down at the creep in disgust.

"Where's Garrus?" she yelled.

Before he could even answer she connected the door to his head with an anger-fueled thrust.

In a frantic voice she screamed much more loudly than before. "Where is Garrus?"

Shepard cracked the human's wedged head with the door once again but with more force.

The human was in agonising pain and was slowly becoming very dazed out from the blows to the head.

"Please stop hitting me," he whimpered.

Shepard repeated her actions. Replying with another crack to his skull.

"Where's Garrus?"

He yelped over the surges of pain. "Argh I don't know who Garrus is," he pleaded.

"Bullshit!" she shouted, aggression clear in her voice as she carried out another slam to his bruising head.

Shepard was clearly tiring herself out, the adrenaline would only last for while. She scanned his torso which presented his name tag.

Lowell City Hospital

Buck Uveeno

Lowell City...Lowell city...Mars? She was on Mars in the damn Sol cluster? Shepard mentally face-palmed herself for even thinking that this hellhole of a hospital could pass up for a serene, clean and well staffed hospital on the Citadel.

Shepard stared down at the creep whom she had just took her anger out on. Normally Shepard would've let someone like him live, but just thinking back to his conversation with the batarian made her see red. Her mind began to frantically wonder if that wasn't the first time Buck had been paid to let somebody have their sickening way with her unconscious body. Not only that, but what other comatose patients had been taking advantage of just so he could make some credits.

"I'm doing the universe another fucking favour by ending your twisted life," Shepard growled.

There was terror in his eyes as he looked up at her.

"Wait a minute, wa-" Shepard cut him off with one last lethal blow, this time she heard something crack.

The image before her made her smile as she watched his body tremble and shake. By the looks of it he had brain damage. Good.

Taking a deep breath she began searching through his pockets. She pulled out a card which would be the one thing that granted her access to whatever shuttle he owned. Clinging against the metal card was a key ring that read 'Pussy Shuttle'.

Shepard snarled in disgust. What a creep. People like Buck were no good to anyone, they deserved to be wiped off the face of the galaxy.

After a gruelling attempt of trying to get into a hover chair, Shepard had succeeded, allowing herself to very quickly follow the signs to the the shuttle park and get the hell out of this dump before someone found the bodies.

One elevator ride later and here she was, scanning each and every shuttle, running the card along them to see if any would unlock.

Shepard suddenly froze. A pink and yellow shuttle parked at the very end. The colours were bright and clearly on the side it read 'The Pussy Shuttle'. Shepard grimaced at the sight.

She scanned the card against the door and it unlocked unsurprisingly. Now for the hard part.

The door was open but the fact her legs refused to work did not help her in this situation at all. She thought fast and literally hurled her self from the hover chair and into the shuttle. Landing on its floor she gripped the leather seats using it to pull herself up. Shepard often did the impossible and right now she needed to lay back on the seats and take a breather.

She had to keep reminding herself that she had just got out of a coma and had all sorts of horrific news thrown at her.

Alone in the shuttle she rubbed her legs eagerly. They were still unresponsive. She threw her head back in defeat sighing heavily. After a minute or so she lurched her head forward, clasping her hands together and laying them on her flat stomach. She made fierce eye contact with her bare feet.

"Wiggle your big toe," she whispered. The toe remained still.

Taking in another deep breath she tried again. "Wiggle your big toe."

As she laid in the back of Buck's shuttle, trying to will her limbs out of entropy, she could see the faces of the cunts who did this to her. And the dicks responsible. All members of the Normandy crew - What used to be her Normandy crew. When fortune smiles on something as violent and ugly as revenge everything suddenly becomes clear, you have a purpose. She would hunt every one of them down to the end for what they did.

The first name on her death list, Jack, was the easiest to find. But of course when one manages the difficult task of becoming queen of Omega. One doesn't keep it a secret, does one?