"This is what makes us girls we all look for heaven and we put our love first. Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse. Don't cry about it, don't cry about it. This is what makes us girls, we don't stick together 'cause we put our love first. Don't cry about him, don't cry about him. It's all gonna happen." This Is What Makes Us Girls (C) Lana Del Rey, Born to Die, 2012.

The ABC's of Perfect Mistakes

Chapter Eleven: K is for Kin

Parker had never been in a tomb before but she knew it would be cold. She shivered against the bite of the chill although there was something else, a presence of death that sent a chill down her spine. She stepped back once the elevator landed, afraid of the secrets that Mar hid in his tomb. Ramsay always believed there was a reason why Mar's Tomb was lost and he relished in the idea that it stayed lost. She stepped off the elevator and looked to Jak when the Kid ran to him. They went to stand in between Samos and Kor.

"You did it Jak!" Samos gasped when he saw Jak. "You actually found Mar's Tomb!"

"Great." Jak snapped. "Now what? We send this poor kid into a meat grinder?"

"This is the day I've long-awaited." Kor exclaimed. "To hold the fabled Precursor Stone in my hands."

"You must be cautious child," Samos warned.

Parker snorted. "Thanks tips," She bent down to the Kid's level. "Don't forget, the sky is blue and the world is round."

"Parker." Samos snapped.

"Don't worry kid!" Daxter piped jumping down beside Parker. "You can do it! It's a just a deep pitch black 'sure to be filled to the brim with painful death…' old tomb…" He leaned towards the now trembling Kid. "I wouldn't go in there."

The Oracle's eyes opened with a dull flash of light. Parker jumped when her necklace lit up like a firework, the Kid took her hand as the Tomb's Oracle started to speak. "Welcome Heir of Mar and Heir of Drake. Finally the chosen one stands before me. Enter and prove yourself worthy to claim the ancient birthright." Parker squeezed the Kid's hand as the door started to open. She watched as Jak stepped around the Kid, pushing him back slightly. "No!" The Oracle roared. "This child is too young to face the tests!"

"What?" Kor shouted reaching out as the door starts to close.

"Do something Jak!" Samos shouted.

Jak turned and ran to the door, Daxter ran after him. "Jak! JAK! Remember the 'sure to be filled to the brim with painful death' part?!" Jak rolled under the door and reached out to yank Daxter under the small crack.

"He's gone to face the tests!" Samos shouted looking to Parker.

"No," Kor huffed. "He's gone to his death."

"Freeze!" Someone shouted behind them. Parker spun on her heel pulling out her gun only for it to be shot out of her hand. She swore and scooped up the Kid as the guards ran, their guns trained on the red-handed Underground agents. "By order of the Baron, the grand protector of Haven City, you are all arrested for being Underground fugitives and-"

"Oh give it a rest Flint!" Parker shouted.

"She's right, you know," A voice chuckled walking past his men and Flint. She squeezed the Kid as the Baron looked around a chuckled louder. "They know they're surrounded." He walked past Parker. "Now how do we open the Tomb? I want those stones!"

"Stones?" Parker blanched. "There's only one."

"Don't play with me girl," Praxis snarled. "I know the Saviour Stone is in there too!"

"What the hell is that?!"

Praxis growled and rubbed his temple. "I don't have time for her," He said to someone behind her. "You deal with her, I have to get ready to get those stones!"

"Put the Kid down," A voice whispered against her neck. Parker did as she was told, setting the Kid, against his will, on the ground. He ran to Samos and hid behind the old man as Erol pinned Parker's arm behind her back. "Let's try this again, how do we open the Tomb?"

"I don't know." She gasped a second later when she felt the barrel of a gun pressed against her back. "I really don't know. It's not my Tomb, it belongs to the Mar Family!" Erol spun her to face him, she looked away from his face and whispered again, "I really don't know…"

"I once heard," Flint said stepping forward. "That the families were so close they shared blood, making them blood families but not related to one each other. Kind of like blood brothers, Drake and Mar were that close." He pointed to the Kid. "His presence opened the Tomb once maybe she can open it the second time."

Erol smirked and spun her to face the Tomb. "Open it."

"What do I say to a hunk of rocks, Erol?" Parker snarled back. "'Hey how's it rollin'?'"

"Ask how you can gain entrance to the Tomb."

"Hey," She called out. "Hey Tomb Oracle thingy… um… I request entrance to the Tomb of Mar." A beam of green light shot from its eyes and hit her necklace, it felt warm against her neck before the beam died out.

"Last child of Drake, to open the Tomb I require an offering. Spill your kinship to the first Drake." Parker stared before looking to Erol.

"What the hell is that?"

"Kinship means family…" Flint said looking to Erol. "Family also means line, legacy, lineage and-"

"Bloodline." Erol snarled before forcing Parker to her knees. He yanked her head back by her hair, ripping out her hair-tie and a lock of hair. "Blood is the only thing you share with Drake." He pulled her family's knife out of its sheath and pressed it against her neck, Parker gasped when she felt the bite of the metal against her skin. She felt hot liquid pour into the hollow of her neck as Erol dragged it across. "It wants your blood," He said pressing it harder before yanking it away. Parker gasped as her throat filled with blood and she coughed up the hot liquid. She could hear the Kid crying and Samos crying as if they were in a tunnel, a long tunnel with traffic. She fell on her side and kept coughing, spilling blood all over the stone floor. She rolled onto her back as Erol tossed the knife next it her. "You can spare some."

Her head rolled to the left and watched as her blood, her connection to Drake, to her father, rolled down to the door. She took a hard deep breath as the Oracle's eyes lit up. "I accept your offering, child of Drake. Go forth and find your legacy, and pray you won't have to use it." Parker gasped again, this time easily. Her neck was healing but she still felt dizzy and tired. The doors opened, slowly at first before rose quickly.

"Good job Erol!" Praxis thrilled. "Now take the criminals to the Fortress." He stepped past Parker, glancing to her as a group of men rolled a mech to the entrance. "You can have Parker as your reward."

Parker heart jumped as she felt Erol behind down and scoop her up. Her head rolled against his arms as she felt trails of blood run up her cheek, past her ears and dripping to the ground. She gasped when she saw a flash of blonde zoom across the small lake in the Tomb.

Jak… She thought to herself. Find the stones… protect this city… please…

They brought them in by the cruiser-full, dropping them on the doorsteps of the Fortress and into the hands of the hateful guards. They dragged them kicking and screaming into an appointed cell. Some were brought in by their own set of guards, a high-class treatment for those who were considered a security risk. Amberly was shocked when she heard those words but she still let it go to her head. She was a security risk. Not the loser she crashed into or the three agents that were cramped into a cell together or the snitch that listed more agents at the feet of the guards. No, she was the security risk and that made her special.

She tried hard to walk with her head high, without looking at the guards that taunted her and the lower agents who pointed to her blabbing all her secrets, connections and current hideout. She clenched and unclenched her fists, reminding herself that Torn would get her out of here –like he always did. Or Lena would kick in the doors to save her from the mean old Baron. Or she'd die here, gray, old and alone –but she didn't want to think about that. She glanced to her left as the other men dragged Tess off, the blondes gave each other a quick nod before following their captors. Tess could handle herself, Amberly knew, she shot two guards when they came to arrest the girls on the street.

Even though she was captured, she really, prayed, that someone got their hands on Jak. They'd bring him in and lock him in the deepest section of the Fortress to die or shot him like a dog on the streets –she'd enjoy seeing that. She didn't trust him and she couldn't understand how everybody, Torn, Lena, Tess, Ashelin, Keira and Parker could trust him so easily. It made her sick. Maybe he even sold them out to the Baron as a trade so Praxis wouldn't kill him. She growled to herself as her guards came to abrupt stop. Amberly looked up to see Erol and Flint, Erol barked orders at a random guard while Flint held on to a purple-haired girl. She swayed unsteady on her feet before slumping to the ground, her hair, a wig, falling off her head. Amberly broke free of her guards and tackled Parker, holding her head against her chest and sobbing into Parker's bloody hair.

"Oh God, Parker what did he do to you!?" She cried. She heard Erol shout at Flint before trying to pull the girls apart. Parker hugged Amberly around her waist and cried too, begging, pleading, for Erol to let her hold onto Amberly for just a little bit longer.

"Leave them alone!" Lena's voice rang out through the cell. Amberly looked to the cells, Lena was kicking and thrashing against her guards. She clawed at one of her guards, hissing and cursing everything. Amberly held on to Parker tighter as Flint tried to pull them apart, but it didn't matter. When Parker was ripped from her grasp she felt like her world shattered, breaking her heart and stomping her soul into dust. She kicked backwards, hitting Flint in the leg as she tried to grab at Parker. Screaming and crying her name, she bit Flint's hand tasting his hot blood in her mouth –but he didn't let her go. Parker struggled against Erol and grabbed Amberly's hand.

"No Erol!" Parker shouted as he ripped her hand out of Amberly. "They're the only friends I've ever had, please, don't do this!" Erol huffed and dragged her away. "Amberly! Lena!" Parker shouted. "Tell my boys I'll be fine! Tell them to save the city! To save the Kid! Please!"

And she was gone.

Amberly cried when they tossed her in the cell with Lena and Tess, she hugged Tess while Lena shouted and kicked the door, demanding they bring their friend back but it fell on deaf ears. Soon Amberly's tears stopped and she rested her head on Tess' lap listening to the screams of the other prisoners.

"Why would she want her Wolves to know she'll be fine?" Amberly hiccupped. "They know Erol's going to kill her or torture her."

"It wasn't meant for the Wolves…" Tess whispered.

Amberly sat up. "What?"

"It's not a message for her Wolves," Lena said from the door. "It's a message for Jak and Daxter."

TBC…

Author's Note

It was hard writing this chapter, I didn't know how to describe the lost the girls were feeling but I feel like this is the best way to do it. I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you to Ecoseeker for her reviews. Thanks to Tammatamtam and limebubblegum for their subscriptions. See ya'll in a couple days with the next two chapters. luv Paradise.