I don't know why I started the first paragraph like that. But hey, I personally think it's an amazing story! Pretty much the Prologue of the story, since it's short and all. I'll make chapter one longer, trust me.
It was only the beginning of a story so amazing, even the writer wished it was true. Too bad it's not. So, there was a man. His name was Cid Raines. He was a retired general (he couldn't handle the crap he has to take anymore), and now…all he did with his life is spend the money his family had earned years before he joined the Guardian Corps. And not a single penny was touched.
He was 'killed' five years ago, as he had asked. Barthandelus, the former Primarch, did this curse on him to give him immortality when death is faced straight in the eye. Other than that, he is living life as a modern mortal. They thought he died...and he made sure it stayed that way.
Cid walked down the metal stairs, glancing around in case someone was there.
"No one would be in an abandoned warehouse." He muttered, going to the dusted computers and turning one on. "There should be '' here…"
What he was not expecting, though, was to feel someone's gun pointed on his back (obviously not tall enough to reach his head, possibly) and to hear someone—a girl, he thought—talk to him, warning him to leave.
"Now, violence is not the complete answer when it comes to—"
"…Raines?"
Then, he turned around, "Sergeant Farron."