d4 . hazel wong

"What are you gonna do about it, Tommy?" You spit, fingers digging into his arm as you push down harder. He screams, trying to claw his way free from the two other girls holding him down. But they're stronger, you're stronger, you always have been.

You find yourself smirking, contempt lacing each of your words, "gonna go and cry to mummy?" One of your friends snickers, and Tommy whimpers. "We all know you can't- she's dead. Just like your dad. You're useless. You should just join them," you say.

His arm is resting on your knee, elbow against your skin. One hand is holding it still, the other pushing on his wrist. You press down harder, feeling the way his bones and ligaments protest the movement. Tommy screams again, tears and snot running down his face as he begs you to stop.

"Please, please, please."

It's useless. You don't care. In fact, it fills you with a sense of satisfaction that cannot be beaten into someone. He's a useless piece of shit, the bottom of the class, parents dead, looking half-starved most of the time he rocks up to training. You're careers and warriors, you are not a cockroach like Tommy. Pathetic wastes of space like Tommy need to be removed. He soils the good crown that you deserve to wear, ruins the grand reputation of your iconic district.

In one swift moment you push down until his arm snaps. There's a loud crack followed by Tommy's screams. It's annoying, listening to him whine like a little baby. At least now, with his arm broken he won't be able to show his face in training for a few weeks. You hope that it's enough to warn him to fuck off and never return. But he's a fucking idiot, so he probably will come back. That's okay, he has another arm.

"Just shut up already," you growl, tossing the broken arm onto the floor as you send a kick flying against Tommy's mouth. The movement cuts off his next scream and he slumps into the dirt as your friends let him go. You stare for a moment longer, watching as blood begins to bubble from his nose. You can see the way the bone has snapped in his arm, the disfigurement grazes against the skin, ready to pop out of his flesh. You hadn't been intending to break the skin. Your impressed that it remains inside, getting blood on your new training outfit would have taken too much time to clean off.

Your friends move on ahead, laughing and mimicking the way that Tommy had screamed. As you catch up Carmen claps you on the back, "that was a clean snap." Daisy nods in agreement but frowns slightly, you turn your dark gaze to her, eyebrow raised in question. "What, Daisy?

She thinks for a moment longer, carefully selecting her words as if not to get struck by a cobra. "It's so clean that it'll probably heal more quickly and become stronger, Haz." She's not wrong, in fact, the idea had been resting in your mind since you'd looked at the injury.

"You're right. If he turns up," you nod back at the crumpled heap in the dirt, "we'll do the other arm. I'll make sure not to wear something new and we can snap it so-"

"He won't be able to use it again," Carmen interrupts, devlish grin on her lips as she makes a snapping movement with her hands. At first, there's a flicker of annoyance burning within your belly, but as Daisy laughs along you find it dissipating, your own smile stretching as you agree with her.

"We've given him a warning, so hopefully he pays attention, but he's an idiot, so who knows if his last brain cell will win out." You shake your head, moving towards the training centre not too far away. Daisy moves up beside you, pulling out a small notebook that she carried with her everywhere she went. She purses her lips, looking down the list until her eyes light up and her gaze flickers back to you.

"Well, who's next?" You already know the answer, you didn't need a book to tell you that Aria was a piece of shit and an embarrassment to the title of career.

"Aria. What are we gonna do?" Daisy tucks the book away, folding her arms across her chest.

"A leg- no, her face. Take out one or both of those pretty blue eyes that seem to always get the teacher's attention." You look at your nails, flexing your hand as you picture the feeling of her eyes popping out of her skull. Well, it felt more like jelly, a little more squishy and breakable. You'd have to make sure you packed your nail cleaner, that shit really got under the nails.

"She's totally fucking him," Carmen growls, striding ahead as they reach the entrance to the training ccentre. "What a waste of space."

You couldn't agree more.