Hi everyone, this isn't my first fan fic but I haven't wrote many! I got this idea from a dream but most of it is thought of as I go along, criticism is gladly taken and if you read this story, PLEASE comment so I know I have readers... ENJOY! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• My name Is Cassidy, I used to have a friend called Sam, he was the most sincere and honest person you could ever meet yet it was just a mask, behind the mask was a soul of sin and secrets. Secrets so tormenting, it led him to sector 7. Sector 7 was also named the devils suicide. The things he did led me to where I am now, his funeral...
I stood on the soft, sticky mud, my wavy brown hair swayed in the cool wind, my black dress rocked back and forth as the breeze intwined with it's delicate silk. A cold tear fell from my glistening blue eyes to mud floor as I watched Sams pitiful body being lowered into his deep, earthly grave. His stone headstone inscribed Unknown male Died 13th July Found in sector 7 May he rest in peace... I was the only one who knew who he was, I was the only one at his funeral. I missed the pure side to him, not the murdering, repulsive side to him,the side that killed him. In order to understand this man you must know of who he was, what he did and how he died, so now I will begin to tell you of his inner demons and his outer angels. I met Sam when we were both at a murder scene, I was investigating and he was snooping. Since that day we bonded, he was kind and caring, he was honest and trustworthy, there is so much I could call him but none of it would be his true personality... After three years of knowing him, I realised he was often linked to murder cases, he was often involved with influential yet dangerous people. Something intrigued me into finding the real Sam Henderson, his tricks of innocence didn't fool me. After a year of searching archives and interviewing people, I found the truth about Sam Henderson, to say the least Sam Henderson wasn't even his name...
I walked out the grave yard, my skirt dragged along the cobbled ground. Dark, salty tears fell from my glistening eyes, as I looked up into the sky, I saw the golden sun setting over the peaceful sea, with colours in the sky serenading, the suns every move. I slowly walked to my car, my red mini cooper. I drove off, away from that grave, as fast as I could, I drove to my house and pulled up to the curb. My house was small and cream in colour, it was all I could afford with my minor waitress job,most of my time was spent finding out about Sam Henderson and sector 7. I stepped into my porch and opened the oak door, I walked down the hall to my office. I looked at a giant board that had pictures and quotes pinned up all around it. Now first of all Sam Henderson's real name was terrace smith, the FBI changed his name in an attempt to cover him, he was one of the most brutal gangsters in history. The reason I knew him was because when I was 5, his father abducted me, terrace was 6 at the time and as we grew older we bonded, when I was 13, terrace killed his father, he took me to a small cabin out of town, we lived there together, I knew he killed people, but I loved him.