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Write Across Victoria – Year 8 Male Winners

FIRST PLACE

Lucius Dalworthy and the Bird Bombing Bonanza, by Christopher Nice

Young genius Lucius Dalworthy climbed from his Subterranean Tunneller, straightened his top hat, and strode into the underground chamber. ‘Surrender!’ he cried. ‘There is no escape for you now!’

Standing amid the steam and dust, Cressida Mandeville – his equally young and equally brilliant arch-enemy – raised an eyebrow. ‘That’s odd. I was just about to say the same thing to you.’

The voluptuous Cressida raised a long, slender finger and pointed it simply at Lucius.  On her command, masked men stepped out from the shadows, armed with machine guns.  Lucius glanced upwards towards the balcony that towered above him, and saw additional armed henchman crowd around the circular balcony, their guns aimed at him.

Lucius smirked, ‘I hope they’re not aiming at me.’ He looked up at his arch-nemesis. He had to admit, she was beautiful.  Her vibrant red hair glinted in the brightly lit chamber and her eyes were like emeralds; green and glistening.  Her black, skin-tight combat suit, fitted with every weapon and escape mechanism possible, was strapped to her belt, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

Cressida grinned evilly, showing her ludicrously white teeth.  ‘Lucius, my dear Lucius.  I’m afraid they are aiming at you.  You see, you’re a…hindrance…’

‘Hey!’ Lucius retaliated.

‘…to my plan,’ she snapped back.  ‘As you can see, the machine behind me has enough power to destroy Metropolis.’  She stepped aside and Lucius finally saw the machine he had been sent to destroy… the object that could destroy all of humanity and end peace…

Lucius looked at the weapon, frowning. ‘Ah, Cressida, my dear, I don’t know if you know this, but your weapon is a canary…’

Lucius in fact was right.  The ‘weapon’ was a small yellow canary chirping and fluttering away happily in a tiny bird cage.

‘Yes, ingenious, isn’t it?’ Cressida replied, as she circled around the bird cage. ‘This bird is not a bird.  It’s actually a robot, armed with a tiny atomic bomb which my scientists have invented.  This bird will flutter into the heart of Metropolis and detonate, destroying your precious city.’

Lucius gritted his teeth in anger.  Cressida continued. ‘We are developing more birds to destroy the world, and then I will be ruler.’  She smiled sympathetically. ‘I’m sorry, Lucius, but you’re an impediment to my plan.  And now… I must kill you. FIRE!’

The thugs cocked their guns and began firing at Lucius. Bullets sprayed around him as he ducked for cover.  Lucius drew his top hat and threw it at the men on the balcony.  The top hat, which was actually a boomerang-like weapon, swung around and hit every gunner on the balcony, knocking them out.

He quickly disposed of the remaining henchmen and turned around to where Cressida was standing, the bird bomb nestled in her hand.

‘Goodbye, Lucius.  I’ll miss you.’

Cressida pulled a nearby lever.  The ground beneath her gave way and she disappeared into the darkness.  Lucius ran to where she had been standing and dove into the unknown…

SECOND PLACE

Showdown, by Warren Lee

Young genius Lucius Dalworthy climbed from his Subterranean Tunneller, straightened his top hat, and strode into the underground chamber. ‘Surrender!’ he cried. ‘There is no escape for you now!’

Standing amid the steam and dust, Cressida Mandeville – his equally young and equally brilliant arch-enemy – raised an eyebrow. ‘That’s odd. I was just about to say the same thing to you.’

‘Huh! You’re so full of yourself. Face it, you’ve lost and I’ve won,’ Lucius sneered.

Cressida laughed, ‘I sure have to admire the fact that you were able to find me, but in the end you became too big for your boots, and I’m afraid to say that it all ends now.’

Then Cressida couldn’t help but chuckle, before bursting into a coughing fit where he spluttered and wheezed like a rusty car breaking down. Lucius eyed him warily and just at that moment, the last of the steam and dust cleared away like curtains parting on a stage. Lucius’s jaw literally hit the ground. He couldn’t believe his eyes which boggled at the sight. Right in front of him was a group of scruffy bandits and thugs! The confident manner that he had possessed instantly vanished into thin air and was replaced by a look of sheer terror and disbelief and with that, Lucius pivoted on his heel and started running, just as Cressida commanded, ‘Get him, boys!’

He was almost at the entrance of the underground chamber when two thugs materialised, brandishing knives. Lucius gulped and immediately veered sideways before slipping into a corridor. He sprinted through the corridor and arrived at a conveyor belt leading to the surface of the chamber. He expertly jumped onto it as the conveyor belt carried him up. Several of the thugs were climbing aboard as well and Lucius turned around to look, which made him lose his footing and that would’ve cost him his life if it wasn’t for his lightning-sharp reflexes. He couldn’t resist a sigh of relief but unexpectedly, a knife whizzed past his ear, missing him by millimetres. A cold hand clutched his heart and squeezed. His mind was pounding and adrenaline rushed through his veins.

‘Come on,’ Lucius urged desperately and right on cue, he was greeted by a pitch black sky, decorated with sparkling stars and a full moon. Without breaking his stride, or even pausing for the tiniest fraction of a second, he rushed to his Subterranean Tunneller, leapt into it, gunned up the engine and sped off into the endless black night. The screams of ‘Get back here!’ from the thugs gradually faded as Lucius continued driving, without stopping to look back.

Ten minutes later, Cressida arrived at the surface, panting hard. Suddenly, he realised that Lucius had escaped, and screamed, ‘NNNOOOO!!’ His shrill voice disappeared into the night.

A few kilometres away, Lucius cursed. His mission had gone right down the drain. ‘Damn it,’ he growled softly. He had no idea that at that moment, Cressida was saying the exact same thing.

THIRD PLACE

(untitled), by Yoshi Mori

Young genius Lucius Dalworthy climbed from his Subterranean Tunneller, straightened his top hat, and strode into the underground chamber. ‘Surrender!’ he cried. ‘There is no escape for you now!’

Standing amid the steam and dust, Cressida Mandeville – his equally young and equally brilliant arch-enemy – raised an eyebrow. ‘That’s odd. I was just about to say the same thing to you.’

Lucius kept a straight face, letting his eyes sweep across the chambers for anything that may come in handy in the likely case of a fight. Cressida was standing in a remarkably relaxed posture, with her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her mismatched eyes gleamed maliciously in the dark, one a brilliant blue and the other a deep crimson.

‘Buying time eh?’ he said rather curtly. ‘It’s not going to do much this time. You will be put in prison. Face it.’

Cressida chuckled.

‘You really think so? ’Cause this time, not only do I escape but I get rid of you.’

While Lucius quizzically looked at her, Cressida looked past him and nodded.

Suddenly, Lucius felt powerful arms grab him from behind and pull him in to an overwhelming headlock. His top hat fell off onto the floor. Lucius recognised instantly the dark uniforms of his bodyguards.

‘Hey!’ he yelped helplessly into their bulky arms as they pulled his hands behind him.

The backstabbing bodyguards straightened Lucius up again to face Cressida and put something to his throat.

A knife.

Lucius stiffened and refrained from swallowing, sliding his hand into his back pocket.

Smirking, Cressida strolled closer towards Lucius and crossed her arms.

‘Lucius, Lucius – you seem to forget that I’ve got a fair amount money up my sleeve. It was quite easy to bribe these two to corroborate with me.’

Lucius glanced to his side towards the bodyguards expecting a reaction.

They showed no emotion whatsoever.

Lucius’s face slowly became red. In the calmest voice he could muster, he questioned Cressida. ‘So what do you intend to do with me now?’

‘Get rid of you,’ she replied bluntly.

She tapped her foot on a tile, which fell away to reveal a huge hole. Lucius didn’t need to crane his neck to see that the hole was deep.

‘Push him in!’

At that second, Lucius’s top hat leapt off the ground directly at the knife held to his throat. It enveloped the bodyguard’s hand and jerked it behind his back. Simultaneously, Lucius pulled out a needle from his pocket and pricked each of the bodyguards in the neck.

They both slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Lucius pulled a gun from one of the men’s belt.

‘Surrender!’ he cried once again. Déjà vu. He pointed the gun at Cressida.

‘Impressive,’ she drawled. The smile was still stuck on her face.

She outstretched her arm, which made a whirring noise and folded in on itself.

‘’What?’

An image of the real Cressida materialized from the arm.

‘Pity I couldn’t finish you off. It would’ve been a bonus for today.’

Lucius stared, dumbfounded, as Cressida threw down a small, dark ball. On impact, it filled the room with a blinding fog.

Cressida laughed. ‘Until we meet again, Lucius!’

As the darkness cleared, Lucius found that Cressida was gone. In her place, there was an open trapdoor in the ground.

‘You’re not getting away that easily,’ Lucius thought, as he climbed down.

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