Seeing the police, the only people who would take down Max, even if he was able to grow, Byran leap into front of the police car. As soon as the officer step out of the car, Byran grabbed him in a frantic hope that he would not loose the only protection from his step-dad, "OFFCIER! Please! Help me! My step-dad is nuts! He been torturing me for years! Today he is trying to kill and EAT ME! He also seems to be able to grow in size! He is a MONSTER! AN ABSOLUTE MONSTER! HELP ME!!" Byran wanted to let that "grow in size" detail to himself, as it would make him sound like a nut, but he had no self control anymore, Byran was in full defense mode: wanting EVERY kind of protection that his step-dad would throw at him.
"Hold on, son. We're here to help. Now, calm down. What's your name?"
"Byran Dongile, but it's Powell since my mom married that insane bastard."
"Powell? As in, MAX Powell"
"Yeah!"
"Kid, you better get in the car"
"Yes, officer"
Byran KNEW Max had a rap sheet: no way a fat dirty bastard like him would be clean in the laws eyes. The officers were most likely going to take down to the police station to get a testimony to nail that fatass in jail!
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