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An experimental forest and botanical garden in Rapture, supplying the city's oxygen.

Farrah was sitting on the ground in a little circle of bushes. She had spent the night there, afraid of everyone, in hiding. Every inch of her body was screaming to run out of the bushes and find some ADAM, but she managed to stay put somehow, even though she found herself sometimes crawling subconsciously crawling out of the bushes to feed her cravings, she kept murmuring to herself. "I don't need it, ADAM is bad and I don't need it..."

Damien slowly walked inside the Arcadia. He looked around in the dim light, dark eyes adjusting quickly. He could feel some ADAM still in his system and he felt fantastic. His gun was strapped to his back and he adjusted his hidden blade for a moment. He walked a little further inside and stopped on a small bridge, his fiery hair in a wild matte on his head.

Farrah heard something, and peeked shyly behind a branch of the bushes. She could tell that he had had ADAM recently, just by the way he was acting. She bit her lip hard enough for blood to spill out onto her chin. She barely noticed the pain as she eyed him up and down, searching for any spare ADAM on him. She found none, but that wasn't going to stop her search. She silently crept toward him, using the trees as her cover.

Damien looked around and watched some flecks of dust and little balls of light float around. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the bandage on his arm. He grumbled something to himself about pain and then started to walk further into the Arcadia.

Farrah stepped onto the path behind him, quietly walking behind him, about 7 feet behind to be exact. She readied Needle, thinking only of the ADAM she was going to get soon. Her entire body was pulsing with excitement, not all the good kind, but that wouldn't stop her as she crept closer.

The hair on the back of Damien's neck started to stand on end. He stood up straight suddenly and stopped in his tracks. Once he stopped, he heard a footfall behind him. He spun around and grabbed his gun from his back and pointed it at Farrah, ready to fire a bolt of electricity at her. He narrowed his sunken eyes. "Back off," he hissed.

She didn't flinch. "You have it.." Her voice wasn't exactly human anymore. "GIve it." She crouched down, Needle still in hand. She licked her lips, ready for another serving of ADAM to feed the everlasting hunger inside of her. She saw the gun, but couldn't be afraid of the gun, not now. Now she was half crazed, and uncontrollable. Her insides were screaming for ADAM, she could barely control herself as she murmured. "Go ahead, shoot."

Damien could tell this girl was further along in the addiction than he was. He flipped a switch on the gun and the barrel started to spark and blue electric currents sprung to life, moving up and down the barrel sporadically. "If you don't want to die, leave," he hissed at her, "besides, it's almost worked its way out of my system. You wouldn't even get enough to feel any different than you do now."

She thought about it. He obviously overpowered her, not only in weapons but also in weight and strength. She swallowed and took a step back, her senses finally overpowering her needs. She looked at him up and down, the only ADAM he had was now inside of him, and he was right, it wouldn't make a difference to her. She swore and dropped her weapon, the dagger making a clattering sound in the stone path. She wasn't one to surrender, but she didn't doubt that he would shoot if she gave him the chance.

"Good," Damien said with a small smile. He lowered his gun slightly, but kept it charged. He flinched and looked at his forearm with the bandage and swore. He mumbled a little more to himself and then looked back at the girl.

Her hands lowered when the gun did. She took a step forward, trying to test what would happen. "Is there something wrong?" She asked quietly, trying to make everything sound nice as possible, he could be tricking her, letting her guard down before shooting her when she least expect it. "DO you need help?" She asked with caution.

Damien eyed the girl carefully. He flipped the switch on his gun and the electricity slowly dissipated on the barrel of the gun. He strapped it on his back again, but didn't let his guard down. "How do you think you can help?" he asked carefully.

"My aunt was a doctor." She replied, barely audible. She took another step toward him, as if the path were a mine field. Her danger was still on the ground, and she kicked a few feet farther to show that she meant no harm. "Now, do you want to tell me what is wrong?" She asked, surprised by how human she sounded, how normal, how funny, her own voice sounded foreign to her.

Damien stared at the girl for a moment and watched the dagger slide across the stones of the path. He glanced at her before pulling the bandage loose. "This..." he said quietly as he exposed a patch of his arm that was completely missing flesh and some bone was exposed.

She gave the wound a sour look. "How did you manage-" She shook her head "Never mind." She slowly proceeded to make her way across the path until she was a foot away from him. She examined the wound. "I-it needs a cleaning, and some stitches." She shrugged hopelessly. "We don't have many materials, but I- I guess I could try."

"It just kind of... happened," Damien answered her question anyway. He looked at her and tilted his head slightly. "Where could we find some materials?"

She sighed and scratched her head. She sighed. "I don't know if we can find anything to clean it, but we need to at least cover it to make sure it doesn't get infected for now." She tore off a piece of her ripped up skirt and held it up, asking to bandage it up.

Damien looked at the bandage that he had taken off in his other hand. It had some blood on it and wasn't even close to being clean. He looked over at the girl and then nodded.

She began wrapping the bandage, making sure that is was snug but not tight. She finished it and admired her work. It was a clean wrap. She put her hands on her hips. "Lets just cross our fingers that it isn't infected."

Damien examined the bandage for a moment. He turned his gaze to the girl. "Thank you," he said with a slight smile

She gave a little grin back. "Your welcome." She looked around, her finger tracing the pattern on her mask. "What brought you here?" She asked softly, trying to break the silence that fell over them.

Damien looked to their left to watch a small ball of light fly by. "I like this place," he said quietly, "it seems to be the most peaceful."

She smiled, her eyes vacant. "That's why I like it." She took in a deep breath. "It's fresh here." She blushed a deep crimson. The words she just said made her feel like a child.

Damien nodded slightly and then looked over at her. "The air is also fresh, so it makes me feel better," he said with a slight smile.

"YEa." She said softly, sitting down on the grass, the only grass in Rapture.

Damien slowly sat down near her and looked up at the trees above them.

She lie back, looking up at the canopy of a large tree. She remembered sitting back as a child, while the trees provided shade. In Rapture there was no light to be shaded, something that she desperately missed.

Damien let out a small sigh and laid down on his back. He let out a small sigh and looked through the glass above them into the water that surrounded Rapture.

She looked over at Damien, and let out a little giggle. Not just ten minuets ago they were pointing weapons at each other, cursing and threatening each other, now they were sitting under a tree, acting like old friends. This city does do things to you. She thought to herself happily.

Damien blinked and then looked over to her. "What's your name?" he asked, smiling a little bit at her laugh.

"Grif-" She was planning on faking her name, like usual, but she felt a trust for him for some reason. "Ferrah." She smiled. "What about you?" She asked.

Damien nodded a little, taking a moment to memorize her name. "Damien," he answered a short time later.

She smiled slightly. "Nice name." She remembered reading a book a long time ago, it was her favourite, and the main characters name was Damien, she loved it so much that she swore that she would name her first child Damien. That seemed like it happened centuries ago, like most of her memories of the outside world. "I love that name." She murmured vacantly.

Damien looked up at the glass above them again. He noticed that even the sea life had mostly left Rapture in search of new places to live. He let out a small sigh and said, "thanks."

She too was looking up at the glass, wondering many things."What?-" She started, then cut herself off immediately Don't ask stupid questions, Farrah. Her mind told her.

Damien raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Farrah. He shrugged and then looked back up to the water.

"What do you think that it is like up there?" She blurted out, regretting saying it, but she had been wondering about it since she first came here. "Do they even remember us? Is is the same way up there?"

Damien shrugged. "They might remember us. Probably not. I'm pretty sure it would be the same why up there..." he said and shrugged again. "Eh, it doesn't matter anyway. We're never getting out of here."

She sighed, Sh didn't want to accept it, but he spoke the truth. "I guess your right." She shrugged and lay back down. "It's weird, how little I remember of it, up there, I mean."

"I remember everything from up there," Damien said quietly. He really did. The ADAM hadn't really effected him a whole lot yet.

She rolled over to face him. "Your lucky. It's obvious that you haven't been addicted for long. I can tell, your face is still...human." She pointed to her mask covering half her face. "It's a nightmare, but you just can't stop, even thought it turns you inhuman."

Damien looked over at Farrah for a moment and then closed his eyes. "I know... I started less than a month ago..." he said quietly.

" 6 months ago." She replied. "Even after I saw it kill those I love, I continued." She bit her lip. "ADAM is a monster."

"I knew I wasn't getting out of here, so I just kind of said what the hell?" Damien let out a small sigh.

She smiled. " I guess." She shrugged. "I like to think that maybe we might get out of here, and I'll get my memory back." She hung her head. "It is stupid, I know, but Auntie always said that I have to look up in dark situations."

Damien glanced at her. "I kind of stopped looking up in these kinds of situations. I don't see a point anymore..."

She said nothing, just sighed. She couldn't help but agree, things were looking down upon her, upon everyone, actually, and she saw first hand what that did to her.

Damien let out a sigh and reached both of his hands to run through his fiery hair.

She looked far out at the rest of Rapture, Her eyes finding a what looked like a bar a ways away. She squinted her eyes, where she should see a towering figure pass by, illuminated by lights. It was following a smaller, younger figure. She knew immediately who it was. It was the things that hunted them down, big daddies. She sat up abruptly, an unsafe and exposed feeling creeping up inside of her. She knew that they were to far away to get close to her anytime soon, but the sight of them alone scared her enough to give her goosebumps. She had heard of what they did to people like her and Damien, and she knew that it was not a death that she wanted to have.