A/N: Our next applicant...keeps changing their screen name. So, uh...yeah. Our next applicants are Black and Widdow Cambria. Good luck, Twins. Also, The Sinister Season is Gaia's version of Halloween. Except instead of singling it down to one day at the end of the month, they celebrate it the entire month, so you will probably see a lot of reference to it until the end of October, okay?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot and Yorick's skull. William Shakespeare owns MacBeth

The Sinister Season was the time of year when all the crazies came out to play. There would be people dressed in costumes roaming the streets at random; witches, demons, skeletons, headless chocobomen, and vampires. Vincent Valentine particularly liked this time of year. It was the only time he could wear his trademark red-cloak and leather ensemble without people running from him like he was a freak.

And that's exactly what he was wearing. He had forgone his new Turk uniform in favor of his usual attire and was standing in the back of a small outdoor theatre, watching as the players on stage worked through one of the more interesting scenes from MacBeth.

The first witch, a tall young woman about 5'8", with light red shoulder length hair, pushed her side bangs out of her tawny eyes and began the scene with her witchy sisters. "Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd."

"Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined."

"Harpier cries: - 'tis time, 'tis time."

The first young woman pushed her black cloaked off her slim shoulders, revealing a very elaborate costume. She set a basket of apples down on the ground and proceeded with her lines, moving in succession with the other two witches. "Round about the caldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone days and nights has thirty-one swelter'd venom sleeping got, boil thou first i'the charmed pot."

Grasping hands around the caldron, all three women spoke as one. "Double, double toil and trouble; fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble."

Vincent smirked as they burst out into hysterical evil laughter, the caldron bursting into flames before settling back down. Interesting effect, Vincent thought to himself.

The encantations of the witches continued on until the second witch uttered her most famous line. "By the pricking of my thumbs, somthing wicked this way comes: Open, locks, whoever knocks!"

Onto the stage, MacBeth strutted on. He looked strikingly similar to the first witch, save his light red hair was shorter and kept falling into his tawny eyes, keeping them obscured from view. And he was significantly taller, at least 6'2". "How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do?"

Vincent snickered at the death glare the first witch sent to MacBeth. The three weird sisters uttered their next line. "A deed without a name."

The scene proceeded on, the audience captivated. Though they were true to the lines, the witches and MacBeth were liberal in their interpretation of the actions on stage. They did not simply center around the boiling and flaming caldron, watching as the apparitions made their appearances, speaking the prophecies of MacBeth's eventual downfall. At one point, the first witch picked up her basket of apples watching as the first apparition, an head bedecked with a helmet appeared. MacBeth spoke his line. "Tell me, thou unknown power, --"

The first witch took an apple and stuffed it in MacBeth's mouth, silencing him. "Hear his speech, but say thou naught," she hissed.

The crowd laughed at that and she proceeded to toss apples out to them. A man in the second row caught a particularly red one and proceeded to eat it with gusto. Vincent caught a large green apple as it was tossed with great precision at his head. He arched an eyebrow at the witch, but she simply winked at him and bit into her own apple. Deciding to follow suit, Vincent took a bite of the fruit, the juice trailing from the corners of his mouth down his chin.

The scene played on, with interesting improvisations from the players. How they could make a tragedy so entertaining was beyond Vincent's comprehension. After all the apparitions had said their lines, the first witch uttered her last of the scene. "Ay, sir, all this is so: - but why stands MacBeth thus amazedly? - Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights: I'll charm the air to give a sound, while you perform your antic round; That this great king may kindly say our duties did his welcome pay."

The women danced off, one light red head, one with light brown curls, and one with auburn hair, leaving MacBeth alone on the stage. "Where are they? Gone? - Let this pernicious hour stand aye accursed in the calendar! - Come in, without there!"

A man with snow white hair came on the stage. Vincent smirked at the choice of Lennox. "What's your Grace's will?"

"Saw you the weird sisters?"

Lennox looked around the stage. "No, my lord."

MacBeth glared. "Came they not by you?"

"No, indeed, my lord."

Their next lines were drowned out by a scream in the audience, but the players played on despite the rush to the man in the second row. MacBeth ended the scene with his final line, staring out into the audience at the man in the second row, half eaten apple still in hand. "This deed I'll do before this purpose cool: but no more sights! - Where are these gentlemen? Come, bring me where they are."

The players left the stage as the paramedics reached the man. Vincent silently made his way to the back of the stage, watching intently as the paramedics tried to revive the man but failed. He smirked as a body bag was removed and Sterling was placed inside.

The players were loading up into an SUV and Vincent hoped into the driver's seat. "Well done."

Widdow shoved her brother. "Black and midnight hags?" she hissed.

"Part of the play, Wid," he snickered.

She wacked him upside the head. "Yeah, but you were staring right at me," she seethed. "Feather and Magni are hags, too, you know!"

"Hey!" Feather pouted.

"Fuck you," Magni said, reaching for an apple.

"Give me one," Torr said. "Wait, only one was poisoned, right Black?"

"Ask Widdow," he said. "The one I ate was fine."

Widdow smirked. "Was it, dear brother?"

Black swallowed hard. "Wid?" She continued to smirk. "Wid?!"

Vincent chuckled as he cut in front of the ambulance and drove them back to Turk Headquarters.

Mission Report: Target was eliminated by ingesting ricin laced apple at an outdoor performance of MacBeth.

Turks Assigned: Black and Widdow Cambria

Status: Rookies

Specialites: Both - Undercover ops, tag team fighting, martial arts; Black - Hacking, racing; Widdow - Seduction, poison

Target: Kamagur Sterling, Drug Syndicate

Death by: Poisoned Apple

Mission Successful

A/N: MacBeth is my favorite play. Poisoned apple was the weapon, so I started thinking witches, then MacBeth and then this scene developed. Hope you like it! And this is the absolute end of the new recruits. I guess this could also count as a partnered mission. Review!

Me (licks apple juice off Vincent's chin)

Vincent (smirks)