The Tragedy of William Macbeth
"Add more acid," Judith Wëird pointed, as she and her two sisters, Eve and Miriam, circled around the bubbling beaker on the science lab table. For the past half hour, rain had pounded mercilessly against the windows, and it still showed no sign of stopping. However, none of the triplets doubted that the big game was still going on, and that more than half the campus was still sitting there, despite the storm. In truth, people that chose to attend Farnsworth University also chose to enter into a world where football governed every moment of their lives. It was the kind of place where athletes were gods, and reserved Chemistry majors like the Wëird sisters were outcasts.
"Let me see the book," Miriam demanded, sitting down on an empty stool.
"It says it right here, more acid," Judith shoved the textbook in her sister's face, "See?"
"Not that book. I don't feel like doing experiments right now. The weather's right for some fun. Take out the book."
"Oh, the book," Judith nodded, pulling a rather large book from her backpack. It was titled Modern Magic, and it still had the bright orange price tag on it from the local bookshop.
"What are we doing?" Eve asked.
"Perhaps a love spell. I've been eyeing a certain gentleman lately," Miriam smiled. "It couldn't hurt to give him a small nudge in the right direction, now could it?"
"How dull," Judith replied, snatching the book up so that only she could see. "Perhaps we could try something more destructive."
"Why do you always have to destroy things?" Eve frowned. "Let me see."
"No. It's my book. I paid for it."
"But it was my idea to buy it."
"Don't start fighting," Miriam groaned, as if this sort of thing was customary. "There's something important I need to discuss with the two of you."
"Yes, let's behave like proper young ladies, Judith" Eve rolled her eyes, sitting down on a stool. "Well, what is it?" Eve looked over at Miriam. "Are you pregnant? Coming out of the closet?"
"Don't be a jerk….I've been having dreams about a certain boy lately."
"Oh, come on, Miriam, we don't need to hear about your sick fantasies…" Judith frowned, making a disgusted face.
"It's not that. I've been having visions, about William Macbeth, the football player."
"So have I," Eve's eyes widened.
"And me," Judith nodded in agreement.
"How strange," Miriam rubbed her chin.
"Strange? Prophetic dreams are normal for us. We've had them since we were kids," Eve frowned.
"Yes, but we've never had the same one, have we?"
"Not that I know of," Judith shook her head. "There must be something important about this Macbeth. We should take action. It must be a sign. There's got to be something in this book…"
"I wouldn't mind putting a love spell on William Macbeth…" Miriam said dreamily.
"He's a football player. I thought they were our sworn enemies, remember?" Judith asked.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind having a muscleman hopelessly in love with me…ready to do whatever I ask…Besides, what else can we do?"
"We'll confront him and tell him what we know…well, some of what we know, of course. Then….There was another boy in my dream, a Michael Banquo. I know, we'll confront them both," Eve jumped up, as if stumbling upon something brilliant.
"Why would we do that?" Judith asked.
"Well, you wanted to create destruction, didn't you? This is the perfect opportunity to shake things up a bit around here."
"I see."
"And what if the visions are wrong?" Miriam looked at them.
"Have they been wrong yet?" Eve decided to finally begin cleaning up the boiling beaker, whose frothy contents had already overflowed across the tabletop.
"Not that I remember, but if all goes as I saw it…people will die," Miriam fidgeted nervously.
"Yes, but think of it. It will only be those who've mocked us in the past. Besides, Fate will have Its way no matter what. We're simply giving the inevitable some extra help," Judith said sternly, scooping "the book" back into her bag. "We'll address Mr. Macbeth as MVP…and as the new team captain when we see him. The first prophesy will come true tonight. The second…only Macbeth can decide that."
"You really think he'll do what we saw him do?" Miriam asked, thinking over the events of her dream.
"Given proper incitement, yes."
"Why are we doing this?" Miriam sighed. "Is there a reason?"
"Kicks?" Eve guessed, trying to keep the bubbling solution from leaking onto the floor. However, she was doing a rather poor job.
"Because we can," Judith cut in. "The gifts we have shouldn't be wasted. We have the right to enjoy them. The athletes walk around like gods….but we're the ones with real power. And besides, Fate will make it all happen one way or another, so we might as well amuse ourselves with it….Now…let's take our leave. I have an exam in the morning, so we have to do this quickly."
"When will we three meet again?" Eve asked.
"After the big game, when the commotion's died down. To meet with Macbeth."
"Where?"
"Upon the quad."
"I feel something strange in the air," Miriam looked around, twirling her hair.
"And fair will be foul, and foul will be fair," Judith smirked. "See you later, girls." And with that, she left the classroom, her shoes clanking loudly down the empty corridor.
"Quite the poet," Miriam rolled her eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "Where's she get this stuff from? But still…she did have a point. I guess I could get used to being a goddess."
"Don't let it go to your head," Eve scolded.
"Why haven't we ever done something like this before?"
"I don't know. We've never had the same exact dream before. What's with the sudden change of heart? You didn't sound too thrilled about if before."
"I don't know. It sounds fun now. Oh well. Just remember to meet on the quad after the game," Miriam waved, turning to leave. "To meet with Macbeth."
"You always were ditzy…" Eve mumbled.
"What?"
"I said I might be late. I'm meeting Gray tonight," Eve did an about-face.
"Gray?"
"Gray Malkin. He sits behind us in class."
"I see. Well, good luck. I'd say something witty, but Judith's obviously the poet. See you later."