A/N: Just a stylized drabble about Rapture.

Water beats against the city just like electricity beats through it, pulsing, writhing, alive.

You could call it a city with no children. They're there in body (girls, only girls, don't you wonder where all their brothers went?) but they're twisted, heartless and insane.

They're the ones that drink the blood of angels.

The rest just shoot it up, the depraved and expendable majority, addicted, screaming for more, more, they need more.

Adam and Eve used to live in this broken Eden, but they're gone now, gone forever, and the water's pressing down.

Maybe soon it'll swallow this paradise lost.

A/N: All feedback is appreciated.