NOTE: Will contain bad language as the story continues, but if a chapter will contain explicit, descriptive, and bloody details, I'll give fair warning.
INTRODUCTION:
This is my first fan-fic, but it's been in my head for a while now, and I just wanted to get it out there. This story will combine elements from many different fictions, the major one's being the Terminator Franchise, the Harry Potter Franchise, while also delving into parts of the TV show Heroes, and going into parts from the Marvel, and DC Universes, and a lot more, or at least I'm hoping.
I'll try to explain each part as much as possible for some of the readers who don't know all of these fictions, and for those who do, I'll do my best to stay as close to the originals as possible, but, obviously, quite a few things will have to be changed. The story will center around John Connor from the Terminator Franchise, and he'll replace the parts of certain character's from each fiction.
I hope you'll all understand my reasoning behind the replacements. I think it brings the characters closer, rather than just having John being a visitor into each universe, and allows him to bring more to each conflict.
Just to give you all a fair warning, John Connor will replace Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter Series. I know that may anger some of you, but the way I pictured this version of John Connor is very similar to Ron's personality, plus it allows him to be part of the famous trio, but not the main hero. Also, John sounds like Ron, so, that helps.
In Heroes (a popular TV Show on NBC) John will replace the character of Peter Petrelli. Again, fans of the show, I know you might be angry, but I really hope you'll like the way I recreate the family dynamic between John and the rest of the Petrelli's.
For the superhero worlds of Marvel Comics (Spider-Man, The Hulk, and Iron Man) and DC (Superman, Batman, and the Flash) John won't replace any character, so far as I know, but he will have his own interactions with the character's.
NOTE: For Superman, I will introduce him as Clark Kent before Superman, inspired by the TV Show Smallville.
The idea for this story developed when I started wondering how cool it would be if you could see famous characters interacting with each other in different ways. For Example:
Wouldn't it be cool if Harry Potter's in his fourth year and is in the graveyard being attacked by Voldemort, when suddenly Wolverine comes crashing through a headstone and freaks all the death eaters out?
OR
It would be awesome if Superman from DC met Iron Man from Marvel, and both had to team up and fight against an alien race who landed on Earth carrying crazy looking lazer swords called "lightsabers" and looking for a man named THE DOCTOR (reference to Doctor Who, for those who don't know.)
Anyways, this isn't the kind of things that would happen. This is pretty random, and I'm hoping to try and make each interaction as unique, but realistic as possible.
I hope it will be at least a little bit interesting for you, and I'm completely open to ideas for adding other fictions (except for Twilight, sorry, i'm just not a guy who's into that series. This probably, immediatley brings me 100 bad reviews, I know, but I'm sorry, I just can't really see how it fits in.)
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Prologue
The boy was barely older than 7, and already he had gone through more than an average person goes through in their entire lifetime. He had lived in the middle of a jungle, learned how to operate 8 different types of firearms, and, now witnessed an explosion that even woke up people, sleeping nearly 30 miles away.
Officer Whitman looked up from the chart he had been reading, which detailed all the information on this kid, and tonight's incident. There were police cars surrounding the entire perimeter, and at least 4 fire trucks had been called out to survey the damage of what was left of the office building. To top it all off, the media had begun to arrive. Great he thought, just what we need right now.
The kid was sitting on a bench, staring at the road, his expression, unreadable. Whitman noticed that the boy was shivering, and with good reason he thought. These were the days where nights in Los Angeles became colder.
"Who's looking after the boy?" asked a stern voice from his right. Whitman turned to see Sgt. Marks also surveying the scene around him.
"I don't know, Sgt." Whitman responded, feeling sorry for the kid, and just a little bit guilty for neglecting him.
"Get him a blanket or something will ya? He's been through enough, tonight."
Whitman approached the boy, silently agreeing. Hell, if he learned that his mom was a crazy psychopath, he would probably be scarred for life.
As he approached, the boy looked up at him. Whitman took off his jacket and draped it around the boy's shoulders as he sat down beside him. For what seemed like forever, neither of them said anything. Then, Whitman decided to break the silence, saying, "How you holding up?" It was a dumb question, with an obvious answer. Of course he wasn't going to be taking this well. His mom had been taken away from him and sent off to some mental institute, and the kid was all alone.
Instead of pointing all of this out, the boy just shrugged, and went back to staring at the floor. Whitman decided that the best approach was to be honest, "We'll find you a good home, somewhere for you to…get away from all of this…." He looked behind him at the large pile of debris that was once the building for TechCon Industries.
The boy just kept staring at the floor. Whitman tried again, "We'll help you – I'll help you." The boy looked up at him, his expression still unreadable. He smiled encouragingly at the boy and held out his hand. "My name's Charlie Whitman. You?"
The boy smiled weakly, as he started to shake his hand. Whitman's smile broadened. The boy looked up at him and said, "John. I'm John."
As they released each other's hand, Whitman asked, "Well John, you got a last name?"
At this, the boy hesitated, but when Whitman smiled again, he finally said, "Connor -- John Connor."
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This chapter didn't contain any tie-ins with any other fiction. It was just to introduce the character who we'll be following.
If you didn't like it, it's gets better.
If you did, I'm glad you did.
P.S. Sorry for any bad grammar, or bad spelling.