I don't pretend to understand the way normal humans can pack themselves into large steel coffins that propel themselves at great speed. This really was a damn stupid idea of mine. I'm a tall guy and I'm broad as well and that tends to work against you when you're in a confined space. I'm jammed in between another guy who's wearing particularly smelly cologne, another guy who seems to have never heard of soap, an elderly woman with a very annoying little yapping dog and the worst of all horrors. There is a little toddler who keeps staring up at me without any fear. Do you know how hard it is to resist the temptation to just reach out and snap it's neck if it tries anything. Horror of horrors, the toddler is pointing at me and turning to it's mother.
"Mummy is that man a werewolf?," asks the little dear.
Do I look like a werewolf? Well I'm certainly hairy enough to be one and I've got the claws and teeth so it is a good description. Still it is insulting when I've gone to all that trouble to fit in. I even bothered to shave! I cannot prevent the softest of growls.
"That man just growled at me mummy," says the little dear with glee.
"Now Tristan it's not nice to say things about other people. I'm sure he's a very nice man and it will upset him if you say things like that," says his mother.
Poor kid fancy being saddled with a name like Tristan. The small amount of sympathy I feel shatters when the brat starts yelling and crying. Please stop I'm begging you. It's more than my sensitive hearing can stand. The mother can't seem to get her little brat to stop and I refrain from offering to rip the little dears throat out. People don't seem to take kindly to offers like that.
"Excuse me sir. My little boy wants to sit on your lap. He seems to think you're a werewolf and he's got this thing about them,"says the woman. This is obviously one screwed up kid. Then the little dear turns puppy dog eyes on me with more devastating effect than one of Logan's adamantium claws.
Anyway that's how I came to be sitting on a train with a little toddler sitting on my knee telling me all about how he's so happy to meet a werewolf. I'm able to tolerate this until he starts tugging on my whiskers. Still at least the brat wasn't sick all over and I'm thankful for that small mercy.