Conjoinment Curse

It starts with a star, no larger than the smallest of snowflakes. A cursed star; a star that would change the planet for good. A cursed star, gently falling down in the dead night of winter, bent on one, cursed goal.

Dead would be an overstatement, of course. It was New York; the city never calmed down, there was always something happening. Cars driving, people walking, talking, and drunks fighting.

It was 2004. The city was still recovering from a disaster the likes of which it had never seen; not even since WWII. A permanent shit-stain had been smeared across the city's beautiful skyline, and it'd be years yet until it would look the same.

Yet, the city kept on; lives lived, and didn't stop. Shoppers shopped, burglars burgled, and businessmen focused on that which is least important.

In particular, Jane Folly, a 28-year-old woman, had just gotten out of a terrible, horrible meeting. She had really pushed it this time, she thought to herself. If she didn't haul ass, she'd be in the can for sure.

She kept internally punching herself as she waited for the bus, standing next to another in the cold winter wind. She didn't stare, or care for that matter. She looked nice, but she was little more than a distraction from what she really had to focus on.

The bus arrived soon enough, though. As it was pulling in, though, Jane felt a heat on her nose. Almost like a fireplace had sprung to life on her face. She quickly brushed her hand upon her face, immediately regretting the cold snow she'd brought in contact with her nose. Not much better than a searing heat.

And yet, the heat continued, burning more and more, before suddenly going cold. Jane, though, didn't have time to think much of it, as the bus opened its doors for her and the one standing next to her.

She let the woman go first. As she stared into the distance in anxious thought, though, she felt a tug on her hand.

"Hey, watch it!" Jane heard, with another tug.

"You watch it!" Jane retorted, pulling back her hand.

"Seriously, let me go!" The woman said back, with worry.

"I can't!" Jane said. "I'm not holding on. I think we're caught on something."

"Come on, I don't have all night." The bus driver said.

Jane met the woman's eyes and, in mutual agreement, slumped up the stairs, passed the driver their bus cards, and slipped into a seat.

The woman raised up their stuck hands. Almost immediately, her eyes widened in horror. "What the fuck?!" She yelled.

"Keep it down! My kids are here too, you know." They heard.

"What is it?" Jane asked, pulling her right hand away from the stranger's left.

"They're... look."

As Jane looked at their hands, she became speechless.

They were fused together; flesh and all.

Worse, it seemed to be spreading; alarmingly fast.

Soon enough, their arms were attached too, their jackets fusing together as their skin did.

The woman began pushing Jane away; Jane, however, simply accepted it. She'd deal with this shit when it was done.

"What are you doing?! GET AWAY!" The woman screamed.

"I suggest you do as she says, miss." Jane heard. She looked up to the face of an officer.

"Shit... do you even see what's going on, here?"

"All I see is-..." The officer said, pausing. "What the hell?"

He grabbed Jane and pulled. At this point, though, Jane and the stranger shared a center leg, and their inner arms were all but gone. Only then did the fusion slow and stop.

This is the first chapter of "Conjoinment Curse", a story where a curse begins spreading involving conjoinment. Those afflicted are afflicted for life, and can never be separate again. They can exchange partners, cursing them as well if not already.

Forms are whatever you desire them to be, but preferably don't involve more body parts than the original victims started with. Of course, if you so desire, you can disregard this.

Third person, please, though first-person and second-person are still allowed. Also, no situations or settings involving high-school, it's equals, or any schooling occurring before. 18+, and preferably 21+.

Have fun!