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You're just a passenger on this crazy ride. Like a car with the steering wheel ripped out, you careen through the night, not knowing when you'll hit a wall. You can't stop. You can barely think.
The worst part: you're not alone. You've played the lackey before, but never like this, the tyrant burrowed deep into blood and muscle.
Two pinpoints of light ahead: a blinding flash shoots out around you. In the momentary brightness you make out towering, empty hallways and two freeze-framed guards. While you watch, their skin blooms from pale to pink to dark red. They crumple and fall, just like...
It's happened before.
A road, at night...
Mulder was there.
You fight the sludge in your brain, struggle to remember, but before you can swallow against the spasm in your throat, the thing inside you is yanking you down the pitch black hallway, rushing toward something only it can see.
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