My eyes opened.

The room I was in was dark. There was a beeping machine beside me. An IV drip was in my hand. I was wearing one of those hospital gowns that were open at the back. I can't feel my legs.

But I am alive.

Well, I think I am.

My heart rate monitor started beeping like crazy. I ripped the band connecting it to me off, and it goes flat line. Which probably wasn't the best idea- they probably had monitors of these things, and I'd just died.

I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. I close my eyes and tried harder. My body lifts slightly off the bed. I put my hands on my stomach and pushed down, trying to fold my body upward…

My stomach.

My stomach was flat.

My baby was gone.

I screamed. It's the only thing I could think of to do. The scream turned into a wail, the wail turned into a sob. The numbness forgotten, I curl into a ball over my un-existent womb and cry.

Six faces flash in the darkness of my vision.

Maia Roberts.

Magnus Bane.

Alec Lightwood.

Sebastian Morgenstern.

Isabelle Lightwood.

Jace Herondale.

Jace Herondale.

My fists clenched. My entire body trembled. The tears are gone. I will not cry.

I will have my revenge.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the hallway. Unable to move, I laid down again, hastily closed my eyes and tried to be as still as possible.

I heard the curtains pull across violently. Someone moved around my bed, and then laughed breathily.

"Now how did that happen?" a deep Spanish voice seemed to taunt me. A hand took my wrist and strapped the machine band back on. The beeping started up. I steadied my breathing.

"Fast," the Spanish voice said to himself, "Congratulations. You could be waking up soon."

I wondered if I should open my eyes, wake up. It'd be a miracle, I would be able to leave, and no one would question me.

Then I tensed as hot pressure was applied to my body as someone climbed on top of me.

"Suppose we should take advantage of the time we have left then, hey sleeping beauty?"

A pair of lips met mine, wrenching them open and something wet entered my mouth. It felt positively repulsive. A pair of hands gripped my chest tightly. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.

I bit down on the tongue, hard, until I tasted blood. I heard a scream tear the through the air like tissue paper and the pressure on me disappeared. My eyes shot open and I spat the blood out of my mouth. A man dressed in blue nurse scrubs, with a nametag reading Raphael was clutching his mouth, shrieking at the top of his lungs. My legs found their purpose for one second. I leapt from the bed and I tackled Raphael to the floor. Straddling his legs with my limp ones, I slammed his head against the floor.

"Where is Jace?" I screamed at him, "What's Jace, you disgusting piece of…"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Raphael cried in his heavy accent, "I know no Jace! I am Raphael! Just a nurse!"

"A nurse who thinks screwing comatose patients is acceptable?" I shrieked. I shuddered to think of this man and what he had done to me in my unconscious state. I repressed the images to the back of her mind, 'How long have I been in a coma? Where's my baby? Where's Jace?"

"I do not know Jace!" Raphael was sobbing, "You have been in this hospital for four years. That's all I know! Please, Please…"

Four years.

I slam Raphael's head against the floor again, hard, "Where's my baby?"

"I know nothing of a baby!"

He was telling the truth. My baby had been taken out of me before I got here.

Raphael whimpered, 'Please, please let me go…"

"Lets see how you like being utterly helpless," I hissed, then, using my elbow, jerked his hips out of their joints. The man screamed in pain as I dragged my self off him and kicked him in the ribs, using all my strength to move my foot. Raziel had taught me how to paralyse people me first day on the job. Raphael wouldn't be feeling his legs for a very long time.

I dragged myself out from under the curtains, leaving Raphael screaming behind me. I pulled myself onto a stray wheelchair, hanging my limp legs over the side and carefully driving myself down the hallway. Luckily there was no one at reception to see me escaping. I got to the coat where the doctors hung their coats, paused, then went through each pocket until I came up with a bunch of car keys.

Wheeling myself as fast as I could to the car park, I clicked the button on the bunch until I heard a car blip in the distance. Following the sound, I found myself outside a red coloured sports car with the large words 'Shagin' Wagon' printed along the back. Rolling my eyes, I pulled open the back door and rolled myself across the back seats.

Okay feet, do your thing.

I tried to wiggle my toes. They didn't move. I closed my eyes and groaned. I tried again, harder. My right foot jerked a tiny bit to the right.

This was going to take a while.

Still pushing to activate the muscles in my foot, I closed my eyes and pictured the last scene I saw before I was shot me through the head.

Six people.

Maia Roberts. Curly brown hair twisted into Bali braids down her stiff shoulders, dark skin matching her deep brown eyes. She wore gold eyeliner and an old denim jack, now splattered with the blood of the wedding reception attendants, and held her shimmering sword by her side, face giving away no hint of emotion.

Magnus Bane. Black hair spiked and filled with glitter. The glitter continued on his body, and his clothes were dark blue and eccentric. He had a couple of facial piercings- his unnaturally green-gold cat-slit eyes were filled with nothing- I was hurt but that. Magnus was always so nice to me. I hoped he would a least feel a little regret in what he was doing to me.

Alec Lightwood. Isabelle brother, with matching black hair, but venomous green eye opposed to her bright blue ones. Magnus's height, with Jace's build, he was the one Clary would have suspected the most of being glad at her demise- the boy had always seemed to hate her. But he wasn't looking he in the face- his eyes were down at the floor. His bow was in his hand, his arrow quiver slung over his shoulder- one of those arrows was sticking out of the throat of Simon's best man, Eric.

Sebastian Morgenstern, Jace's adoptive brother, looked down at me with those black marble eyes. White hair fell in his pale face. I'd called him Vampire behind his back when she'd first joined the Squad. He was the only one of the Shadowhunters who actually scared her. His still, calm face still made me feel sick, and made a shudder run down my spine.

Isabelle Lightwood. Sneer twisting her facial features, blue eyes glaring down at me. Shiny black hair plaited down her back, golden whip coiled around her wrist and red high-heeled shoe brushing my leg.

Jace Herondale. Gold. That was the only way I could think of to describe him. Golden hair. Golden eyes. Golden skin. Golden when he smiled. Golden when he frowned. Golden as he pulled the trigger aimed at my forehead.

Jace, my Jace, my beautiful golden boy Jace.

These are the six people that killed me.

These are the six people that killed my baby.

These are the six people that are going to pay.

I could move my entire right leg now. The numbness fading, I rolled to the front seat, threw open the glove box and rummaged around in it until I found a chewed pencil and an unused notepad. I scribbled down something on one page, then ripped in to and stuck it onto the glove box with an old wad of gum attached to the steering wheel.

Feeling confident with my legs, I swung them around to face the gas pedals and fish tailed out of the parking lot in the Shagin' Wagon.

The list I'd just made flapped in the wind of the open window. It was written in messy text, almost unreadable, but legible enough for me.

Death List

1.Maia Roberts

2.Magnus Bane

3.Alec Lightwood

4.Sebastian Morgenstern

5.Isabelle Lightwood

And last, underlined several times:

6.Jace Herondale

Get ready, Shadowhunters. I'm coming for you.

I pushed down harder on the pedal, flying down the street, to find my killers.

Okay, just to clear things up- this is not a word for word playback of Kill Bill. I'm changing some stuff around, like the Kill List number, order of demise (I love that word) and in some cases death. I'm mostly just using the revenge theme of the story.

See you soon! Please review!