AN: This is a crossover fanfiction set in the real world about everyone's favorite movie, tv-show, and book characters going to high school together. The story focuses on characters from many fandoms, including but not limited to, Star Wars (hence the name Mortis), Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Marvel, DC Comics, Merlin. Even though this is set in the modern real world, it still retains most of the magical elements that are unique to each fandom. This is essentially a retelling of all your favorite stories and franchises with some notable (MAJOR) differences. If you want to read the version that includes the playlist along with pictures and fan art for this story, please check out The Mortis Academy on Wattpad and follow me TeamArrow4Life for more Mortis Academy content. Without any further ado, let's get into this story.
Prologue: Life of the Party
Okay, how do I create a well-structured story with so many characters and chaotic lifestyles? Most stories probably start off revealing the origins of the main character or characters. They explain their pasts and explore their feelings right out of the gate.
THIS ISN'T ONE OF THOSE STORIES!
In real life, people don't get a happy ending unless they make it happen. They also aren't guaranteed a happy beginning if the Hellions of Hallowreign are anything to go by. Usually, life will throw them right in the middle of something crazy and leave them to fend for themselves. And that is unfortunately about to happen to you, my dear readers. So strap yourselves in; we're going for a ride!
"TONY, WATCH OUT!"
BAM! Too late. The punch from a meaty fist had found its mark: Tony Stark's face. Tony stumbled back a little a blinked the wetness out of his eyes, before he charged at his attacker. However, his opponent was ready for him and threw him into the pool, but not before our resident genius, billionaire, playboy inventor could drag him down as well.
While this was going on, Andy, Tony's best friend, was fending off two guys that were trying to get the jump on him. One of the goons grabbed Andy's arms and tried to pin him down, as his friend aimed a punch at Andy's abdomen. But before his fist could make contact, Andy used his legs to kick him back, causing the bully to land right on his derriere. Then, with almost inhuman strength and speed, Andy headbutted the guy holding him back and stepped on his foot harshly.
The man released him involuntarily and howled in pain, while Andy whirled around and saw that the boy's nose was bleeding and twisted in an unnatural angle. Andy smirked wickedly and then Spartan kicked his opponent squarely in the chest sending him flying into a nearby table.
On the other side of the pool, Andy's other friends Jon Snow and Dean Winchester were going toe-to-toe with Joffrey and his crew. Well, toe-to-toe wasn't the right word. More like kicking it in the ass. Seriously, those boys were outnumbered by ten-to-one- some of those guys were twice their sizes- and they were still winning.
Not ten feet away from where Dean and Jon were duking it out with Joffrey and his friends, Arthur Pennington was being wrestled to the ground by Andy's old rival, Ferus Olin. Despite that, the blond prince fought back and tackled Ferus into the far end of the pool.
The entire time these separate fights were going on, teenagers were gathering around the poolside with their phones out, recording the events taking place. Andy looked back to the pool and searched for any sign of Tony and almost immediately saw someone trying to drown him in the middle of the pool. That, someone, was none other than Ramsay Snow of the Dreadfort.
Andy swore under his breath. "I'm always cleaning up your messes, Stark!" Then, he dove into the water and swam with lightning speed to his friend's rescue.
At the same time, Jon and Dean had just finished making quick work of the Lannister-Baratheon crew and rushed over to Arthur, who was dragging himself out of the water. Unfortunately, Dean didn't get too far, before getting kicked in the side. He choked on a gasp, clutching the side of his abdomen in pain. Before his mystery assailant could land another blow, Katlynn came to Dean's defense and used a series of quick and effective combat hand movements to take down the attacker. Then, she hoisted Dean up off the ground and helped him over to an empty chair before going back for Arthur and doing the same.
While Katlynn helped the boys, Jon frantically searched for Andy and Tony but found nothing. Suddenly, Jon felt a hand nudge his boot as it grasped for the ledge of the pool. The sound of splashing filling his ears, as he looked down and saw Tony floundering and scrambling out of the pool. Quickly, he got to his knees and helped his friend out of the water and a few seconds later Andy surfaced as well.
He moved to help Andy out of the pool, but before Jon could get him fully out of the water, he was dragged in by Ramsay Snow. When Jon resurfaced, Andy was already collapsed on the ledge in exhaustion next to Tony, which sent a calming wave through his body. But that's when he remembered something crucial. In the next moment, he wrenched his arm out of the water a gazed fearfully at the charm bracelet on his wrist. His heart plummeted into his stomach. The white direwolf charm was completely soaked in chlorine water and ruined.
"No. No, no, no, no!" He mumbled frantically.
"Aw, what's wrong, bastard?" Ramsay chortled from behind him. "Did I mess up your jewelry?"
Jon closed his eyes and tried to keep a cool head to stop himself from trying to murder the Bastard of the Dreadfort. "Are you gonna cry? I bet your sister wouldn't; I bet she'd take it like a true wolf," Ramsay taunted. "Tell me, bastard, do you think Sansa would take me like a wolf if I fucked her, as well?"
Okay.
Now, Jon was pissed!
Jon's silver eyes were now fiery red and he all but threw Ramsay out of the pool and began to let loose a barrage of attacks that left Ramsay battered and bleeding. He continued to beat Ramsay like a man possessed, as the people around them looked on in utter terror of Jon Snow's rage. Having recovered from the blow to his side, Dean's eyes found Jon and he was immediately spurred into action and ran to pull Jon away from Ramsay. But alas, he was unsuccessful.
Eventually, Andy and Tony came to and tried to help Dean get Jon off Roose Bolton's bastard, but once again, they failed. Jon was no longer himself. He was a beast of raw, untapped rage that had been set loose upon his enemies the moment his family, his pack, had been threatened. At that moment, there was no doubt that everyone could see Jon Snow was a true Wolf of Winterfell.
He continued to pound his fist into Ramsay's face, uncaring about the pain he felt in his own bruised hands nor the audible sound of Ramsay's nose breaking like fine china. The blood splattering onto Jon's face did nothing to ease his temper. In fact, it seemed to encourage him even more and added to the menacing glare in his eye.
It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice call out his name from across the backyard that Jon finally relented in his assault on Ramsay. Hoping upon hope, Jon prayed to whatever god would listen that the voice he heard didn't belong to the person he thought it did.
Unfortunately for him, the gods seemed to like seeing Jon suffer because sure enough, Ned Stark was standing on the other side of the pool with his jaw clenched and his face set in a perpetual scowl and a steely glower to match.
Now let's pause.
Okay, so this was all fun, right? But now you're probably more than a little bit confused. So, let's take you back to see everything leading up to this point.
To Be Continued...
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