Free Shatnerquake by Jeff Burk

slaughter.   Blood and limbs flew about the room.
               
    The Campbellian closest to Shatner turned to face the others, “Start the machine.”
               
    The woman pushed a button on the machine and Shatner started convulsing in the captain’s chair.   He screamed as the machine began to steal his identity.   It felt like a thousand straws had been stuck in his skull and the insides were being slowly sucked out.   His consciousness flickered out and Shatner found himself only aware of his memories as they were dismantled piece by piece.   He was lost in his own internal, crumbling world.
               
    The Campbellian closest to Shatner shook his fists in the air.   “Yes.   Yes!   All glory be to Bru -“
               
    He stopped and looked down.   A bright beam of red light jutted from his chest.   It sunk back into to his chest and the Campbellian fell to the ground.
               
    Kirk stepped over the corpse and charged the other Campbellians, widely waving the lightsaber .   The man jumped aside.   The woman screamed and dodged, falling over the recording device, as the glowing blade narrowly missing her
               
    Blood began to flow from William Shatner’s nose and the corners of his eyes.   Green, creamy pus slowly oozed out of his ears.   He pissed and shit himself at the same time.   Having who you are sucked out of your head is an extremely unpleasant experience.
               
    Kirk stood over the woman and brought the light-saber down.   She rolled to the side and the machine beneath her was cut in half.
               
    Shatner began screaming as the helmet, with now no destination to send the information it was collecting, began sending the data feedback into his skull.   Every millisecond that passed, Shatner’s memory doubled, but it was all the same info.   After a moment, Shatner had a thousand memories of his first kiss.   His head felt on the verge of explosion as more and more info was crammed into it.
               
    Kirk turned his attention to the screaming and walked over to William Shatner.   He raised the lightsaber to his left side.   Shatner kept screaming, unaware of anything but his past as it filled and refilled his head.
               
    Kirk swung and cut Shatner’s head in half, long-ways.   The room went silent as every eye watched the half skull flip through the air, flinging brain matter.   It hit the floor with a CLUNK.
    A bright beam of white light shot up from the attached half of Shatner’s head.   It looked like someone had turned on a spotlight in the body.
    Bruce and Bruce ran to each other and clutched tight.
     
    As one, all the Shatners dropped to their knees and raised their fists.  
     
    “NNNNNOOOOO,” they all screamed.
     
    Their hands began to lose form.   Their finger fused together and stretched out with a sickening cracking sound.   The tissue pulled and reshaped into a series of bone squares framing translucent skin.   The flesh film-strips stretched through in the air and went into Shatner’s skull and the source of the light.  
     
    The Shatners screamed as their bodies bent and transformed.   First their arms were gone.   Then the Shatners levitated into the air as their feet began to change.   Their legs disappeared as the limbs fused together and extended out, giving each body a third reel.   Once the makeover completely took their arms, their torsos began to change starting at the shoulder.   The three reels of flesh-stock met in the center of the chest and became one large strip continuing up to their neck.
     
    The floating disembodied Shatner heads managed to sustain the cry of “No!” until they too disappeared.
     
    The flesh-strips flapped in the air and then were sucked into the light.   Once the last bit was gone, the light suddenly turned off.
     
    Bruce and Bruce stood silent and still.   They