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In the colorless emptiness, a horse ran free.
Haru Urara had been there for about a day now. There was no more air, she couldn't see any clouds in the distant sky, no more delicious rye grass delivered to her by caring people, no fences or patches of grass in sight. And yet, she ran, as her thoroughbred instincts told her to, much like the jockeys who had commanded her countless times to advance forward, go faster, overtake them all, run...! But she could never quite do it. So, Urara ran as her no longer beating heart desired, with the carefree weightlessness of the wind that used to ruffle her mane. The wind that she could not feel anymore. Each moment she could feel herself being pulled further away from the memory and sensation of living, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't outrun it.
Sometimes she would look back and see her stall, now only containing the prettiest flowers, Hello Kitty plushies, pictures of a pink-haired girl that quite reminded Urara of herself. Messages from fans. The horse could feel affection and support radiating from people all over the world, as well as their overwhelming sadness. She felt every shed tear and each tingle of mourning in everyone's hearts. They sparkled like stars in the night sky, the same ones that Urara used to look up to and wish for victory. But why were they crying? She had brought them so much joy!
If she concentrated, she could feel something else, coming from only a certain area of the world. The people in the USA felt an incredible despair and rage, and the feeling circulated all over the northern continent as one big hivemind, and the intensity sent Urara's ears twitching in discomfort. All of them were feeling so bad! No, Haru wasn't just going to let this be. So many people had put so much faith in her, and now that they were in distress, she wasn't going to let them down! Yes, Urara was completely determined to give her supporters one last victory, to return everything they've done for her and make everything right.
So, she focused once again. She saw an ocean below, and heavily polluted air, and a large group of people that would congregate at some sort of campus. The road from Japan to Utah shouldn't take all that long, should it? Urara collected herself and started running once again towards her final goal. She raced airplanes, looked inside their windows to see countless people, but no one seemed to notice her. That's okay, Urara thought, I still love all of you.
When she reached the university and slowly came to a halt, she felt no exhaustion at all, very unlike the sensation she would get after a race normally. She was raring to go again, go forward, forever and ever. But not now. She looked at the crowd before her and her ears pinned back at lightning speed. She could feel so much anger from so many people directed at the man sitting under the white tent and holding a microphone that her nostrils instinctively flared. Tail swinging rapidly, she raised a hoof... and took off.
Faster than a speeding bullet, she ran and ran towards the man with the intent to damage, to end a life in exchange for ending many people's suffering. She aimed for the neck, opened her mouth, ready to bite and, having reached her target in what seemed like just a moment, Urara bit down on his very soul and snatched it away with her, much like an angry mother cat carrying off a kitten by the scruff of its neck. She sped off towards a light that seemed to pull her in, not resisting anymore, as blood, so much redder than the ear caps she used to wear, gushed from the man's neck.