Despite the insatiable hunger, I let him go. The boy looked pitiable enough. His body is covered with shit and smelled like one too. He probably haven't taken a bath for weeks.
I transformed my appearance back to my normal human form. The tentacles that wrapped and transformed my face seemed to have unsettled him more.
"Please don't eat me." he said as he covered his face. As if that can stop me.
"I won't eat you, yet." I replied.
"Y-yet?"
"Yes. If you go inside the train and blabber about me. I'll eat every single one in the train and I'll leave you last. I slice your fingers then your nails. If you think I'll I do it quick, hohoho you're in for a mistake boy. Then I'll keep you alive and then and then-"
"Okay I get it. Torture me and bla bla bla. You're not the first one to threaten me. Steven."
He presented his hand for a shake. It's filled with dirt and probably snot. Nevertheless, I grabbed them and shook it. I touched worse things than this.
"Riance."
We took our seats atop manure sacks and introduced ourselves. I've seen his looks from anywhere. His kind are con beggars. They'd con people at one place then con at the other. They are buggers who lived such life. I never thought I'd see one as young as him.
"So what brings you here? In the Iron Express?" he asked.
"People were shooting at me."
"A fellow convict eh? So what's the deal with the -err... Face?"
"Oh. This?" I changed my head to a dog and barked at him. He flinched and tried to swat my face with his hideous hand. I bit it but not enough to leave any permanent marks.
"Ow!" he screamed. I returned my head to normal form and chuckled.
"I'm an experiment so I can transform into people and stuff."
"That is unbelievably amazing! So can you turn into a girl?"
"Of course. But I don't really like transforming into one."
"Why not? Having a pussy and tits sounds like an experience. I even have fantasy with the stuff."
Of course he does. That's what every straight horny teenager thinks the moment their manhood turned hard.
"No thanks. I'd rather keep my manhood."
In the following silence, I took the moment to look at appearances. His eyes are a bit slitted which meant he either had Asian or Native American descent. His somewhat reddish skin solidified the fact of the latter. Scars crawl from his neck down to both of his arms. Danger is always near for this guy and the scars are fact that he has the wits to overcome them.
"Do you mind if I follow you?"
"No thanks. I travel alone."
"Please. Even for a single year?"
"A single year!? How the hell can I take care of you for a single year? I can barely take care of myself."
"You don't have to worry about taking care of me. I can do that myself. I can be your traveling companion. We can talk and such. So what do you say?"