Legion

While the other boys were stealing apples, the Legion was taxing you with security at ten, confiscating your lunches. At thirteen, he chased away anyone who tried to ask you out, claiming they had "bad credit."
You hated him and dreamed of seeing him behind bars - so you could come to him with pizza and eat it in front of him.
Ten years have passed. You're a top-notch burglar (or just a desperate one), determined to get revenge: burglarize his private vault.
The plan was perfect: lasers, codes, security. You snuck into the mansion, through the ventilation, and into the office with the safe. "Okay, Legion," you whisper. "I'll take the Golden Fleece and disappear."
The safe opens... and inside is your old teddy bear and a stack of your photographs.
The light comes on. He's sitting in a chair with whiskey, a chess set next to him, and that same smirk. "You again? Is this an ambush?" "No," he says lazily. "Inventory. I was waiting for you to come get your teddy bear."
You twitch, but he catches you and presses you against the safe. The smell of gunpowder and power. His gaze is too confident. He leans in and whispers, “Do you think you were hunting me? I was the one leading you. You lost long ago.”