Hello all! Thank you all again for the love, support and reviews! I was able to bust another chapter out this week, hopefully I can keep up the pace. I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. Its really going to start ramping up so some really fun chapters coming soon thank you all again, onwards to the story!

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon.

Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey

Cal climbed into the back of Perry's black SUV. The large man saddled up next to him, pulling the Scotch bottle from his house out from under his arm and grabbing two glasses from the door.

Perry's driver sat in his seat, turning back to look at his boss.

"Where to Mr. Lavigne?"

"Manhattan first."

The car pulled away from the curb as Perry and Cal poured themselves a glass of the amber liquid.

Taking a sip from his drink, Cal watched as the man looked almost giddy. Excited for their little field trip.

What does this man have planned? And why does he care so much? His life seems to be about money and fashion; why care so much about this?

"What will we be doing in Manhattan?" Cal tilted his head to look at his face.

"We will be paying that academy a visit."

"and what? Break in at the cover of night, destroy all of Miloy's awards and accolades?" Cal playfully asked.

As fun as that sounds, it wouldn't do us or Gillian any good. Nothing would come of it. Chances are I'd end up getting my ass arrested, and Foster would be beyond angry with me.

"That is always an idea." Bringing his hand to the back of his neck, he looked away, thinking.

"and get ourselves bloody arrested in the process… Vandalism won't make a difference anyway."

"Ah, yes, but it would feel good in the moment." Perry laughed, and Cal joined along with him. "That was not my plan… as satisfying as it would feel."

"Then what is your plan, mate?" Cal turned in his seat to watch him.

"They need to know exactly who they are praising." Reaching below his seat, Perry pulled out a large envelope.

"That's not what I think it is, is it?" Cal asked with worry and shock.

"The NYPD and the chief of police might have failed her back then… but that doesn't mean he gets to get away with it. And then get fucking praised years later." Spitting the last words out with total volatility, sickened by everyone involved.

Gillian wants this to be in the past; she only told me after it was forced from her lips. After I drunkenly berated her to divulge the truth. She isn't ready to tell people, if she ever was. If they were to reach out to her for any reason… If they knew it was her, knew what really happened… her earth would shatter, and she would be distraught. I will do whatever it takes for that not to happen; she does not need any more pain and hurt in her life.

"You can't give them her file… She does not want this to come out. She would be crushed," he said softly, thinking about the look on Gillians' face if her story got out. He felt sickened by the idea.

"They won't know it's her… I have redacted every trace of her name and removed the photos that showed her face. All they will know is that she was a student of his."

"I don't know about this..."

"Doctor, please take a look at that envelope before you shoot the idea down… she wasn't the only one."

Handing him the envelope, Cal opened it quickly, pulling the documents out. Multiple police reports and photos of little girls with bruises covering them Scanning his eyes over the documents and reading quickly, he searched to see what the children's reports said. All of the stories were similar: experiencing violence from Miloy. Starting off with the oldest account to the newest, Gillians. The man became more violent over the years, according to the children's accounts. From small bruises at the beginning of his carrier to rather large ones—bloody feet, busted lips— He finished reading the other children's police reports. None of them made any mention of anything further happening, only physical abuse, unlike Gillians. Her police report mentioned abuse and assault, but the rest of her recollections had been redacted, unable to be read by others. Only known by the parties involved and now by himself. All of the police reports ended the same: charges dropped, information redacted, and records hidden. Hidden by law enforcement and covered up by the chief of police.

Cal felt a wave of nausea come over him, quickly replaced by pure, filtered rage.

"The cops fucking hid all of this; they barred it time and time again. If they had listened to the first bloody kid, there wouldn't have been others…. They could have fucking stopped him long before-"

"long before he got worse." Perry's eyes matched Cal's in ferocity and hate.

"It seems as though he got more violent with his students over the years. Gillian's experience with him seemed far more …rough"

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Cal downed the rest of his Scotch. Holding his glass out for Perry to fill it again.

Rough, to say the least. Perry doesn't know the rest of the story, and he won't either if I have any say in the matter.

"Why do all of this, mate? Why look further into Miloy? Gillian is not going to be happy when she finds out."

"She's not going to find out… because we aren't going to tell her. He needs repercussions for his actions. To hurt children… to hurt her." Perry watched Cal's face carefully, catching a pained expression Cal could not help showing.

Cal looked at Perry after he spoke, seeing sympathy and concern in his eyes.

He must have experienced violence in his childhood to connect so passionately to this. To show such sympathy and concern.

"Based on your reaction, Dr. Lightman… am I safe to say happened to her was worse than what the police report shows?" He asked hesitantly, worry and sadness in his eyes.

You idiot, you have been drinking enough and are not being careful with your face. Change the topic quickly.

"Why do you have such an interest in this Perra? Are you trying to save her from the evils of the world and be her prince charmin?"

Perry laughed joyfully, taking a sip of his Scotch.

"Doctor Lightman, if I wanted to be her Prince Charming, I would tell her what I was doing, not do it behind her back… In secret… with her best friend. She would not be too thrilled with either of us, really….so shhhhh," he said, bringing his finger to his lips as he shushed, causing Cal to chuckle softly and shake his head.

"My mother was violent… I sympathize greatly for any adult child of an abuser." He solemnly and drunkenly added.

"As much as I would love to be her prince charming, she deserves someone better—someone less fucked up than myself."

Guess im not the only who doesn't think they are good enough for her. How could he not think he is? Mr. Fashion, with all the money in the world, tall and handsome. Even he thinks shes too good for him. Did realize we had so much in common.

"doesn't mean I won't keep trying, of course." Perry winked with a smile.

Bloody French bastard…

The car pulled up to the dance academy, and Perry's driver opened the door for the men in the back. Standing beside the car as Perry and Cal walked to the front door of the academy.

Cal reached out and pulled on the handle.

"Alright Perry What do you have planned? Take a rock, knock out the glass, and let ourselves in." shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Now that just sounds messy." Perry waved the driver over, approaching the other men and pulling out a black kit from his blazer. Kneeling down in front of the door, the driver opened the black bag, pulled out a lock pick kit, and worked on the lock on the door.

"What else does he do? break into vaults? Hot wire cars?" Cal joked about watching the man make work of the lock.

"I always find it beneficial to surround myself with multitalented people. Why I like you so much, Doctor." Perry smiled warmly at Cal.

The lock quickly opened, and the driver stood up, prying the door open for the men. He walked over to the outside of the door, looking out for the men as they strolled inside.

Perry walked in first, grabbing the Scotch bottle from under his arm that he had brought in from the car. Cal followed closely behind, looking around the darkened halls as they made their way further into the building.

"So what exactly is the plan, mate?" reaching for Perry's hand and grabbing the Scotch bottle, taking a swig, and giving it back to the man. "My daughter had me watch the movie Mean Girls once; are you going to make a bunch of copies and plaster them all over the halls like Regina?"

"I have never seen angry girls."

"Mean girls, mate, mean girls."

They finally approached the academy dean's office. Perry placed the envelope on the desk before turning to leave.

"That's it, mate?" Cal asked questioningly as they walked out of the office.

"Have something more in mind, Doctor?"

Cal did not answer as he stopped walking and looked at a glass case filled with trophies and awards. Cal looked into the case intently, noticing a photo of Gillian and Miloy standing next to one another and the fear present in her eyes. The frame was adorned with ribbons and awards for her achievements. Looking closer at the case, I saw the entire top section dedicated to Miloy. Photos of him with his students over the years, another of him with Gillian and her dance company, trophies, ribbons, and news clippings The children in the photos all had the same look as Gillian: fear.

Perry walked up beside him, smiling softly at the photos of Gillian, then looking up, following Cal's gaze. Seeing Miloy's shrine, Perry looked to see the anger in Cal's eyes and the tightness in his jaw.

Perry bent down, pressing on the glass case, noticing it did not budge and seeing the lock at the base of the glass.

"Hmm, I could ask my driver again to unlock this for us." Handing Cal the Scotch, he took a step back and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Cal opened the bottle, finishing the last remnants of the amber liquid. Feeling the power of the liquor take hold of him, removing his inhibitions even further.

"I'll be right back, Doctor!" Perry sang out as he started walking back to the door.

A loud smash broke his stride as Perry turned quickly around to see the glass case shattered.

Cal looked at the broken case the bottle of Scotch barred deep with in the shelves now.

"Well, that's one way of opening a case." Perry laughed drunkenly. Looking at Cal, whose face did not crack with any trace of amusement, just furious anger.

Reaching his hand up into the shelf, Cal gathered the photos of Mr. Miloy and his students. Placing the frames on top of one another. Reaching below, taking one of the picture frames of Gillian and her teacher and placing it on top.

We sauntered over to the dean's door, unable to open it with his hands so full.

"Perra, would ya mine?" signaling to the large man who walked over to the door, opening it for him.

Cal placed the picture frames next to the envelope on the dean's desk. Taking the small frame of just Gillian and Miloy and shoving it in his coat pocket.

"Keep sake, doctor." Perry questioned watching Cal.

"Not for me… I'm judging by the look in your eyes… this isn't the only stop on our lil field trip, is that right, mate?"

Perry arched his brow, smirking and shaking his head softly.

"Let's go pay the bastard a little visit." A menacing, wolfish grin broke on Cal's face as he spoke.

Cal looked at the clock in the car, which read 3 a.m.

"Were here, Doctor?" Perry announced, looking out the car window. Opening the new bottle of Scotch they grabbed on the way and taking a swig.

Cal looked out Perry's window, seeing a rather immaculate building with the sign "private health center."

With the money this man has made, of course he's not going to be in some crummy old folks' home or medical building.

Exiting the car, Cal walked up to Perry's side as they made their way to the door.

"Don't you want to grab your driver so he can work his magic on those locks?"

"Actually, doctor Lightman I have a little magic trick to show you." Reaching into his blazer, Perry pulled out a key card and pressed it into the sensor beside the wall. The doors opened, letting the men in.

"How'd you get your hands on one of those?" he asked with disbelief.

"The magic of money, Doctor." Perry waved his fingers in a jazzy way, causing both men to smile.

"This way, he's in room 3. They have nurses on staff, but I called ahead and asked for some "privacy."

"More money magic, mate?"

"How'd you know?" Perry joyfully laughed.

"It seems Mr. Miloy suffered from a stroke last year and has been here since. His eye site… is also going, so he can only see up close. His health has been up and down. They give him drugs to help him sleep, but some of the side effects can be…interesting, suffering from many hallucinations… Fare warning."

Approaching room 3, both men looked at each other. Asking each other silently if they go through with this plan. Both not sober enough to decide if this was a good or awful idea.

Cal brought his hand to the door and opened it softly. They walked in quietly, keeping the lights off.

There sat Warner Miloy, older and weaker looking. His hair fully gray now, his eyes and cheeks are sunken in, and there are dark rings under his eyes from troubles from not sleeping, no doubt. His arm was hooked up to a heart rate monitor, which beeped softly in the night.

Cal and Perry stood on opposite sides of the frail man, far enough back that he couldn't make them out even if the lights were on. The window in his room softly lit the men as they stared at the older man in bed.

"Hello Warner," Perry announced loud enough to wake the man, whose eyes jetted open.

"Are you, God? coming to take me to heaven?" The heart rate monitor sored from his fear as he looked panicked at the men.

"You really think you are going to heaven there, Miloy?" Cal snapped at the old man, unable to keep the pure rage from his voice.

The man inhaled, quickly snapping his gaze to Cal. "Are you the devil?" Cal laughed coldly.

"You are, aren't you? Did you both come down to pass judgment and see if I go to heaven or hell?"

This man is high as a kite.

Perry and Cal looked at each other silently, asking each other what they thought. Perry gave Cal a soft, wicked smile as he raised his shoulder nonchalantly.

"That is …exactly why we are here; tell me your sins." Perry asked, looking down at that man.

"I have been a good man, kind, and loving; I have touched many people's lives."

"You and I both know that's a lie, Miloy," Cal countered.

"How many people have you hurt? How many children?"

"I did not hurt them; I was training them… for success, I swear it…My students love me."

"You're trying to tell me you have no regrets about your past actions?"

"None at all; diamonds are only made from pressure. I was rougher with some, but only because I saw true greatness in them."

This monster actually believes that. He isn't lying; he thinks that he was doing these children a service.

"You didn't think you were doing anything wrong when multiple students went to the police because of your "technics"?" Perry questioned his anger, which was slowly bubbling up.

"Everyone is so sensitive; back when I was a student, my teachers were far more rough with us than these children ever experienced….My students loved me; I have nothing to apologize for; my tactics worked; they learned how to become… perfection."

"There is never a point at which you should ever lay your hands on a child," Perry spat at the old man.

"You sound like the ones who quiet …they didn't have what it takes… Sensitive and weak."

Perry reached down and grabbed the man's shoulders, roughly shaking him before Cal pushed him off. The heart rate monitor started beeping loudly. Giving him a look to calm down. Perry backed away, pacing the room with a huff.

"I never thought God to be so violent… then again, the Bible talks a lot about smiting."

Perry looked to Cal, mouthing, "How fucking high is this guy?"

"You have nothing to apologize for, Miloy? Nothing you feel awful about…nothing that keeps you up at night?...That won't let you sleep night after night?"

Warner's eye darted quickly to a dresser, then back at Cal.

"Ei, ei, what was that?" Making his way to the dresser, Cal waved his hand over it.

"Hot or cold?" moving his hand to the left side drawer.

"Cold?" he said, moving his hand right.

"Hot?...hot it is." Moving his hand down the drawer resting on the second, he saw fear in Warner's eyes spark up.

Reaching down, Cal opened the drawer, finding a wooden box. Grabbing it and opening it, Cal's stomach flipped. Photos of all of his students, multiples of him and Gillian, multiples of just Gillian. Underneath all of the photos was a long bundle of curly hair.

A wave of nausea crashing through is body. A mix of disgust for what he found and Scotch coursing through his stomach. Cal swallowed back the vomit threatening to spew from his mouth.

Gillian's hair.Gillian's god damn hair. From the night she cut it and threw it at him, this monster kept it and saved it as a fucking trophy.

"What is that?" Perry asked, walking over to Cal and looking confused at the bundle of locks in his hand.

Cal turned around quickly, gripping the hair fiercely in his hand. Holding it up closely to the old man's face.

"Is she why you can't sleep, Warner?...Is what you did to her what keeps you up at night?"

The man exhaled shakily, showing pure terror in his eyes. Guilt, pain, and regret.

"No one you want to beg forgiveness from before you pass on from this life?"

The man did not speak; he just sat and stared. He looked frightened for what was to come next. His heart rate increased, getting higher and higher.

"You are not dying before the world knows what you bloody well did to those children." Cal looked down at him with a predatory look.

"Your academy will remove every trace of you from their records… You will become nothing more than a name that no one will dare speak of to. A name synonymous with the vile monster you are…. You should spend your last days rotting in a prison cell." Cal spat the words with pure, unadulterated hate.

The man's heart rate skyrocketed as Cal spoke to him, and the beeping of the machine was almost ear-piercing.

Cal pulled the photo from his pocket, showing it to Warner, who looked away, unable to look at the photo.

"Answer me this one thing, why?" Cal bent down close to the man's ear, so Perry could not hear. Grabbing the side of his face, forcing him to look at the photo.

"Why take her innocence? You didn't do it to any others. Why her?" Cal's eyes watered as he spoke, willing them not to fall in front of the man.

Miloy closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His heart rate approached its terrifying highest as it plummeted quickly.

No no no. This fucker is having another stroke.

"She was… so innocent…beautiful… perfect," Miloy chocked out as his body convulsed.

Cal gripped his hand tightly, almost drawing blood.

You wanted her innocence; you wanted to take something precious from a bloody child.

"Shit, we need to get out of here before the nurses come." Perry grabbed Cal's arm.

Cal watched the man convulsing.

We could just unplug the monitor…. The nurses don't need to help him; he deserves to die…You're not a killer, mate… It's not that you did anything; you just scared him… to death. Fuck, we need to leave.

The men walked quickly out of the door as they heard multiple nurses approaching with a crash cart.

Finally, outside the building, Perry lit a cigarette. "Think he's dead?"

"Nah… those nurses were quick."

"Well… that is unfortunate." Perry quipped as he took another drag off of his cigarette.

Cal and Perry sat in the back of the SUV, passing the bottle of Scotch between each other. The sun was pecking out from the buildings as they drove, and Cal looked down at the clock flashing 5 a.m.

Its nearly morning. You spent all night on this little field trip, and your drunk… and you're going to be exhausted today. Foster is going to kill me.

"One last stop before we get back home, Doctor." Reaching down into the back of the seat, Perry grabbed a second envelope.

"And who exactly is that one for, mate?"

"You said it yourself, Doctor Lightman; he should be rotting in prison… We are dropping this off to the NYPD."

"Since that worked the last time this made its way to them."

They knew exactly what happened back then. And all those dirty cops did was hide it. Causing even more children to be hurt. So much for protecting the innocent.

"They have had several new chiefs of police since then." Perry defended.

"Statue of limitations: they can't do anything."

Unfortunately, that was so many years ago that Miloy wouldn't even get jail time.

"Maybe not, but it couldn't hurt to try." The car stopped as Perry opened the door, jumping out of the car and jogging over to the side of the building looking for the document delivery location.

Cal's phone rang, "Gillian."

If I answer, she will be able to tell that I have been drinking and have not slept… Don't answer; let it go to voicemail. I'm not up this early anyway; she knows that… So why call? It could be important. Voicemail, she can leave a voicemail and I will listen to it right after.

Perry triumphantly held his arms up, finally finding the small metal door for document delivery. Jogging back to the car and sitting next to Cal

"done!Very successful field trip… and no one got arrested!" Perry laughed as Cal joined in, chuckling together.

Cal looked down at his phone, seeing the voicemail light up his screen.

"Back home now, thank you," Perry called out to the driver as they exited the curb.

Cal opened the voicemail from Gillian, holding his phone to his ear.

"Hey, sorry, I know you're probably still sleeping… but I wanted to tell you while it's fresh in my mind. I had Loker look into Lavis employees and see if any of them had… special computer knowledge. Enough that someone could hack into Perry's server and find out about working with us…discover our files… everything. You would be surprised who has a computer technology degree. I'll tell you the rest when I see you. I think we might have found out who leaked the story."