Shinostabbed
The full moon peeked from behind the gray clouds…
A storm was approaching.
The ancient warrior waited for his much younger opponent to attack.
The younger man's white trench coat was bathed in a pale light, but not from a lunar source; it came from his large sword the shined with a brilliant luminosity in the dark.
The ancient warrior clutched his family's azure burning blade tightly, not with anxiety, but with a calm and aware readiness.
The young man, however, was far from placid, shaking with an apprehensive tremor, waiting to tear across the grassy night field.
He would not lose this one.
They stood silent and continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the field while the cool wind tossed the blades of grass delicately, each dancing an elegant dance which smoothly reflected the moonbeams.
Then a bolt of lightning cracked.
The storm broke.
Rain started to collide onto the two warriors, streaking along their faces and finally falling off onto the torn earth behind their strides.
There was the slight sound of wind being cut as steel was raised to strike.
A flare of blue clashed against a ray of white.
And the duel was done.
The young warrior fell to the earth, grasping his wound that still contained the weapon that delivered it.
Alucard had stabbed Soma thusly.
"…I wanted revenge, but more so I wanted to stop what had happened to Sara from ever occurring to someone else," Alucard crypticed expressing wisdom beyond even his years. Wisdom from the lamenting of innocence in the past.
Mina, rain now blending with her tears, took a few steps forward to aid her downed friend, her love, but then stopped to respect a promise.
Soma told her she was to have nothing to do with it.
The pale moon light ruptured through the thinning clouds, capturing the scene and holding it for eternity.