"You made two mistakes," A voice said, coming from behind Hanna. "One: you never gave me your number; and two: you didn't cover your tracks."
Hanna smirked, and turned around, putting the blooded up blades back into her belt. "You followed me then? You watched me kill all these people, and yet you didn't help?" She asked, pushing Riddick in the chest. "I knew it was hard to trust you, ever since Kyra died. But do you really have to test me; to check if I'm worthy enough?" She asked, her eyes looking up to his, without even twitching.
He smiled, "Of course I followed you, Hanna. I've already lost Kyra; what good will losing you do?"
"No bloody good at all," Hanna replied fiercely. Her face was dripping with sweat, her hair had blood stains in it, so was her body. But she was used to it, it was nothing. She had killed too many people to let those details mess up her figure.
"No good at all," Riddick repeated, brushing some hair out of her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes, you got them done then?" He asked, sounding amused.
"Don't change the subject, Riddick!" Hanna shouted, taking a step back in the dark, "I want to know why you followed me, but didn't help. My eyes and what I've done, is none of your business."
She could see his smile, his so amused smile. Like this was all a game, most probably it was.
"I followed you because you have a knack to getting into trouble. No other reason," He said, "And I didn't help you, because you were perfectly capable of slaughtering these people by yourself."
Hanna's gaze drifted around the floor, where several cut up bodies lay. "I did not slaughter them. They deserved to be killed," Hanna said, looking back up. "Their minds were already dead, I just helped their bodies keep up,"
Riddick grinned, "However you put it, beautiful," He replied, before moving into the shadows, and looking back at Hanna. "You've got your eyes fixed," He said, pulling his black goggles over his eyes.
Hanna smiled, doing the same. "Yes, I did. Kyra never got the chance, I had to do it for her," She replied, and followed Riddick out without further conversation.
Riddick grinned, hearing the faint sound of 'Getting Away With Murder' coming from Hanna's pocket. "You always listen to music after a slaughter, or just when you're pissed at me?" He asked, glancing back at her, and ducking just as quickly as a blade was thrown over his head.
"Always,"
