An Assassin's Promise {johndave}

Preparation

{John's POV}
Perfectly tanned hands lift to adjust my royal blue bow tie, thin fingers pulling at the fabric until it is straightened to her liking.
I was thankful for her movement, but not for the obvious concern that flashed across her features. Her emerald eyes were wet with tears behind the round lenses of her glasses, threatening even now.
A sympathetic smile would dance across my own lips, buck teeth protruding as I offered a reassuring chuckle. My own pale hand would wrap fingers around my cousin's wrist, soft yet firm as I nodded my approval. "Jade. I'll be fine, okay?"
"I know, I know. But.. I just... I don't have a good feeling about this show, John." Her voice came cracked and rushed, almost unsure as her fingers curled into a trembling fist. Her lip quivered with the same level of fear, those glimmering eyes catching mine.
I swallowed, smile vanishing. It was the seventh time she had told me about her unease for my performance tonight. I had a solo on my violin. Supposedly, she felt that something just wasn't right.
We both brushed it off as some sort of odd imagery earlier, but it seemed that it had bothered her to the point of tears right about now.
I glanced at my watch, otherwise unmoving. It was 7:46. The show began at 8:00. I had little to no time to comfort my cousin.
She seemed to notice my anxiousness, pulling her wrist from my grasp with a strangled sob.
"Go."
I winced, the word enough to send me a step back.
"Jade..."
"Go. The orchestra needs it's star violinist."
The smile that played at her bubbly features woke one of my own, a hand lifting to push up the lenses that were mine.
I hurriedly leaned to press a loving kiss to her forehead, a hand lifting to brush at stray wisps of black hanging from her hair and over her tear stained cheeks.
"I'll be okay. I know it." With a wink, I lifted my violin and bow from the place against the wall, followed by my phone, keys, and wallet.
A minute hadn't passed before I was out the door and at a full sprint to my car.
Running was all the more difficult in a suit of silk, but I had managed.
I was seconds from the driveway when Jade burst from the porch, waving frantically with muffled cries.
I could just barely make out her warning as I sped from the old house we shared since our childhood.
"Be careful!" She had hollered, her voice hoarse from such cruel treatment.
I nodded despite my own mask of confusion. What could go wrong tonight?
My fingers gripped at the steering wheel as my jaw set, brows drawing together in the utmost determination.
7:50, and the theatre was a good twenty minutes away. Speeding would only get me so far.
I howled in frustration, slamming my foot on the gas with a huff.
"Dammit!"