Spiders: Nicolette's Character Test

Any System of a Down fans of course would've guessed it, this is a oneshot of a character I'm testing out. This is sort of based on the song 'Spiders' by them. Find it on YouTube or something. It's a great song.

The nightmare started out sweet. John was sitting at the couch, reading me a story that The Jokerman had made himself.

"The Spider trapped the child in her web, wrapping the poor girl into a silky sleeping bag. Little Renee struggled inside the web, and down below, her daddy tried bringing her down," John concluded. I looked at him with a funny look, my face sort of shriveled up like a tiny chimpanzee baby's.

"What happened to Renee, Johnny?" I asked, looking at him with pleading eyes. I'd only heard the story once before, I wanted to hear it again. John looked at me grimly, his dark red eyes looking through my weird greenish-ones. He smirked at me, but not in his usual mood-lifting way. It was kind of scary, like when my older brother Elijah flips out over a lost mission or something. John's eyes glow a darker red, and he reached out with his hand, and put them gently around my neck. I'm not a very fearful kid, but, it seemed like his eyes were hallucinating me.

"Nicolette," John said softly, his voice echoing in my head. He leaned his head to the side like a snake's, and smiled a pure white smile. I realized something else: a pentagram was on his hand, when it was supposed to be on his back like how every boy in The Pentagram Incident got. He didn't get one on his hand, this was not my brother.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I demanded, my blue eyes shimmering to red. The whole room around me dissolves into darkness. I breathe carefully, trying not to be spotted or anything.

"Well, well," a distantly familiar voice said. Now, I feel like something is tightening my body into a larger body then my thin one. I struggle, sweat, and gasp. It's hot and tightening, which is bad for a ten year-old with asthma obviously. Something sharp with many tiny prickles touches my face. My courage makes me turn my head, and I scream. Over me, is a huge spider, as big as a car! The voice sounds familiar, and slightly… I don't know, sweet. I close my eyes and turn my head away.

"Nicolette Farrow," the voice said. It's female. "Look at me, one more time." I didn't answer. I admit it, I was scared. I was so scared that my heart kept trembling. My eyes flew open. The spider in the book, it fed on fear. This was all in my head. I stare straight at the huge spider. That was a mistake. She had opened her mouth, and inside were tiny, glowing souls. Glimpses of children's faces were inside, and they were trapped.

"Nikki," a familiar, calm voice said. I looked over to where it was coming from. It was The Jokerman. How did he get in my dream?

"Yes," I said as bravely as I could.

"Take my hand, now," suddenly, a cold hand grabbed mine out of the Spider's silk, and it unraveled like an old scroll or map. The Jokerman –much to my dismay- carried me like a baby in his arms. Wait, he didn't actually care about us, did he? His cold hand touched my forehead.

"You'll wake in my study," The Jokerman said, looking at me with his strange, luminescent eyes. They were silver, like the moon.

"Hm," I said, staring at my employer. He smiled.

"I do care about you children," The Jokerman said, his Louisianan accent making it sound delicately said. "You three are all I have left."

The next thing I knew, I was on the couch of The Jokerman's study. He had his reading glasses on, and he was reading.

"Ah, Nicolette, you're awake," He said. "How'd you sleep?"
"O-Okay," I slightly stuttered out, blinking in surprise. "What happens to Renee in your story, Mr. Jokerman?" the words slip out before I realize it. Damn my childish brain.

"You already know," The Jokerman said, turning his head to stare out me. His silver pools for eyes are shimmering, and specks of red are scattered amongst the rims of the silver. He smiles at me, blinks, and now the red was sort of seeping through the silver. "Nicolette, Renee's father rescues her, and they both run into a lighter, happier web, that leads them both to a better life."

"Oh," I said. Indeed, I have fallen into a web. It was not a web of eating little children or parasites or insects, no, of past and present. The web in my dream was my past, and whatever web I'm in now is the better side of my present.

It all made sense now.

How'd you guys like? I hope it wasn't confusing or anything, it's just a test like I said before. Should I continue with making 'The Jokerman and His Concubines?' or make another story. I guess I'll either do it on my own or let my readers decide.