Never said he was enough to make it. He tried to be strong but was smaller than the other kids. Jeffery wanted to grow up strong, and as he grew, he became more robust. He saw others picked on and wanted to stop the town's bullies. Jeffery worked out and started to notice the bosses ruling the streets. He began to grab the members of the gangs and stop the criminals. Jeffery Sagen just wanted to prevent those from being harassed. The street gangs started to hunt such a hero. Jeffery began to call himself Ultra Max. As he had no superpowers, only his fighting skills would have to do. He was not invincible by any means and even walked out of fights bruised and beaten. As the gangs began to become stronger, tracking him became more manageable. Jeff had to even make himself stronger with armor and weapons. Even now, the crime was being cleaned up, and the gangs had trouble stopping him. As Ultra Max became popular, the cops seemed to look the other way. As the more significant organizations were looking to destroy him. Many gangs joined together to trap Ultra Max. Crime only wanted their way in the city if they could escape their fiend. Somehow, his reasoning figured out their plot and got them all caught. Wits and methods were his means, as wearing his suit, cape, and mask kept his identity, but for how long. Ultra Max will be protecting the streets till he can be stopped.
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Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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Ultra Max has what many lack, a sense of duty and taking action. Perhaps, compassion is his super power? Well done Sarah!
The world needs more Ultra Max! Loved your story!