URBINDIUM

Chapter 2

Lance

"Lance, you have to stop staring at him, it's rude."
"I have to, Neo."
"You're turning into a stalker."
"It's called 'investigating'."
Neo rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of cafeteria food. Neo was one of Lance's friends, or rather his only friend. Everyone else thought Lance was crazy, but Neo was the only person who could handle his insane theories.
Neo was a little bit older then Lance and about an inch shorter. His black hair was usually tucked nearly underneath a blue beanie, and his blue eyes were guarded by his square black glasses.
"It's been 3 periods."
"Like I said, investigating."
"Do you even have any evidence that this thing is him?"
Neo gestured to Lances findings book, which was open on the '???' Page where Neo had drawn the silhouette of the creature for him.
"I don't have any evidence, that's why he's a suspect." Lance argued, not taking his eyes off of Pym' s back.
"Yeah, Prime Suspect."
"Yeah. Like, what's up with the sunglasses and hoodie all the time? He's gotta be hiding something."
"So the kid has disability. I don't see how wearing glasses and a hoodie makes him a Prime Suspect."
Lance didn't reply. He had a hunch, and Lance' s hunches were usually correct. In 5th grade, when Neo' s lunches kept getting stolen, Lance said that it was a kid in the class next door. The next week Joey Mitchel was suspended. In 7th grade, when his cousin's cat went missing he said it had to be under the porch. A few days later, Mr. Mitzy, came back out with litter kittens. (And they also learned that it should be Miss Mitzy.) Just a few months ago he said that his little brother's favorite tv show would be canceled. Jump ahead a few weeks and you won't be able to find it anywhere. Call it a gift, call it lucky, but there is one thing for certain, Lance's hunches were never wrong.

Pym

'Hes onto me.'
Pym Manors had been freaking out for most of the school day. Lance Scy, who was a guy he only knew on first name basis, had seen him the night before. No hoodie, no sunglasses, his tail just out there, he might as well just have put a flashing  sign that said 'MYTHICAL CREATURE'. There was no doubt in his mind that Lance wrote everything down in his stupid notebook full of whosknows and whatsits. Of all the people, of all the HUMANS, it had to be the most persistant, insolant, and annoying weasel of the school.
He had just wanted to take a stroll, without any of his protection. He had gone walking in the woods without it before, but of course he had to be seen.
Now here he was, mentally panicking over last night and the fact that Lance Scy was burning his eyes into the back of his skull. What would people say? What would his NANNY say?
' She wouldn't say anything, she would just flat out destroy me.' He thought.
He sighed and stirred his food around on his tray. There had to be something he could do. He was the heir after all.