Beyond the Edge of Night | Dark Hatta and the Governor
What elements of truth could possibly exist in this version of his reality? None of it made sense to him. This woman with her smirk and mischievous glint and fedora didn’t make sense to him. She must be a figment of his imagination, something he made up.
"I don’t understand." When in truth, he did. He’d never read the book but he didn’t have to. The story was popular enough for him to know what she was talking about. "I don’t… believe you."
He was lying to her. That was more than obvious. Now the game was to see just how far he would let her continue to push him. She looked up at him. Even with his boots, he was still several inches taller than her. There was a slight curiosity still in her eyes when she looked at him, as if she was trying to figure what made him tick. She walked a circle around him. Not touching him, but close enough that he couldn’t ignore her presence.
By the time she made it back to where he could see her, Hatta had the fob watch out of her pocket again. “Tick, Tock goes the clock, even for the liar,” she sang playfully. “You know of what I speak. You might not believe me, but you know the story. This is no bloody children’s book as you can see, but something tells me seeing a city in ruins does not shock you. Most oysters are in a dreadful panic by now.” The brunette cocked her head to the side, “Even those that think they are dreaming. Do you think you are dreaming? Am I just a sprite that your mind created to distract you from the reality that lies on the other side of your eyelids? Do I remind you so someone? Is that how you so easily accept me?”
She was firing off the questions fast, yet her voice maintained the deviously playful tone. Hatta had not had a good play toy for in a rather long time, and this gentleman looked like he could withstand a good bit. Sliding the fob watch back in her jacket pocket, her brown eyes focus on the man’s, “Let’s try this again, what have you heard about Wonderland?” She smirked at him, her hands rest at the small of her back.
