Anything surrounded by #'s is being said in thought speech or by the computer(s).
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men, Marvel does, I only own the Elemental Spirits. I don't own Broken Sky either, it belongs to Scholastic and Chris Wooding (they're really good books). I'm not making any money out of this story; it is simply for the fun and to give me something to do when I am stuck inside because of bad weather etc.

The Elemental Spirits

Chapter 1: The Wounded Warrior

Grey Wolf just stood there, body tensed, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. At the youthful age of 13 he was already the champion of the cage. Full grown men came from all over the world just to attempt to defeat him but only one man had fallen him in her entire career, the Wolverine. The punk he was up against that night charged at him, he dodged the punk easily and managed to rake him with his abnormally long nails right across the eyes. The punk clawed blindly at the empty air, bellowing with rage. Tired of the pointless battle he finished the job with a blow to the back of the neck, the punk fell to the floor, his body convulsing with pain.

Hours later he was walking down the street completely aware of the men trying to follow him undetected but they were doing a lousy job of it. What he didn't expect was the gang of men that stood around him in the blink of an eye, blocking all of his possible exits. Three of them jumped on him, pinning him to the cold cement of the road. He struggled free and reached into the pocket of his jeans where he stored his switchblade but was disappointed to find it missing. The punk he'd defeated earlier drew it from his own pocket and dangled it teasingly just inches from his face. As he lunged to snatch it from his hands he was once again restrained but this time by thick chains. He couldn't fight back with his mutant abilities without revealing his secret and he couldn't fight back in his usual fashion because of the restraints so he just sat there as the punk and his buddies began their taunting.

"Not so tough now are yeah."..."Look at the little warrior, isn't he cute?"

They taunted him for what seemed like hours before he felt the cold metal of his own switchblade slipping down his side and slashing his wrists. Then they left him in the dank alleyway to die. He was barely grasping life when he felt himself being lifted by a pair of strong arms.

Beep...beep...beep

The timely beeping of the medical equipment welcomed him as he regained consciousness. His hands were no longer restrained so he instinctively reached for the area where the blade had sliced his side only to find it bandaged. Slipping from underneath the clean white sheets to the cold tile floor pulling off the various wires etc. attaching him to the equipment. He observed his surroundings with clear blue, eagle sharp eyes. Spotting his black backpack leaning against the wall, he checked to see what had been taken. He discovered the absence of his computer disk documenting the identities, histories and abilities of over 300 elemental mutants, his other switchblade with the blade broken from a previous fight, his latest wood carving of a mutant wolf and most importantly, his communicator, cutting him off from his comrades. Pulling his cloak from the bottom of the bag he draped it around his shoulders and crept out of the room. He figured that he could find a door to the outside and escape through that. Unfortunately for him he hadn't gone five steps before Storm spotted him.

"So our guest has risen. I am Storm. The professor wishes to speak with you. Please follow me," she walked past him and stopped at the corner of the hallway as he hesitantly followed her lead. On the way another young women joined them her name was Rogue and she had a peculiar white stripe in her brown hair. They stepped into an office where several others were seated around a large desk. An older man sat behind the desk speaking with another man, obviously a mutant, covered in blue fur.

"Professor, the boy has awakened," Storm said to the man behind the desk. The Professor turned to face him and he felt a shock of power as their gazes locked.

" Wolverine," he pointed to a man with spiky blue hair with cold blue eyes, similar to his own (Grey Wolf's not Xavier's), "found you on the streets, he brought you here for medical attention. What's your name boy and what ever happened to you?

Grey Wolf stood frozen to the spot, surprised that someone actually cared who he was and why he'd been so beat up but he still didn't want to talk so he continued to stand there stubbornly refusing to tell them anything. No matter how they tried he refused to say even his name. They gave up and had Wolverine and Cyclops escort him back to the room, obviously expecting him to try and bolt.

Rogue brought him a small but filling dinner not long after dark but she didn't make any move to talk to him which was a relief. He lay on the bed after eating; wondering what it must be like to live like this all the time. His thoughts drifted back to the times before his parents' murder when his father and his father's friend, Logan, would spend hours with him and his twin sister and older half sister. He remembered how much he had admired Logan, but after the night of the murder everything changed, Logan had disappeared and their uncle received custody of them. He remembered how his uncle joined Magneto and forced him and his twin, his older half sister had been placed in the custody of her true father's mother to work for that magnet head. They'd escaped when they were 5 and found childhood friends who'd suffered similar fates and formed the first chapter of the "Elemental Spirits". Now they were a worldwide association with chapters everywhere from Australia to Zaire. He smiled slightly as he remembered their reaction to the first letter they'd received from a foreign elemental stating that a group of elementals in the writer's homeland, Russia, wished to start their own chapter of the "Elemental Spirits". Ireland, England, Scotland had soon followed with their own requests to join until every city on earth had at least one member of the "Elemental Spirits" living in it. The life of the members wasn't full of luxuries and sometimes they had trouble keeping food on the table with all of the students. They trained elementals to control and discover their many hidden talents.

The school was run through the funds they raised through his carvings and cage fighting, his sister, Foxy, had her paintings, Eagle's renovations, Raven and Rose's singing, and many other jobs ranging from deliveries to giving tours to all the tourists that came to visit, especially during the Calgary Stampede. It used to make the cut but lately the medical costs from the various attacks, from the Magneto and Tsunami's troops, on their members had been crippling. He'd come down from Canada, with a group of other students, to the States to acquire some of their extra funds from the American chapter of the " Elemental Spirits". Half of the students had already headed back with the funds but a small pocket of them had stayed to discuss plans for an international get together, representatives from each chapter of "Spirit" had gathered. The plans had been finalized and they were scheduled to head back to Canada, on horseback, within the next week or so. This was simply an unnecessary delay.

Oh well...too bad they took my communicator I'd be out of here in no time if they hadn't, he thought to himself before slipping into the arms of sleep.

Meanwhile the X-men were trying to decode the disk the boy had carried in his pack. Eventually they left it to Beast. His efforts were finally rewarded...

# Permission Granted # spoke the computer. A picture of a gateway appeared on screen # Welcome to the Gateway of Information #

"A speaking disk?" Rogue, who had joined him just minutes before, questioned, "gateway of information?"

# Please select the area or mutant you wish to review #

Beast scrolled down the list of alphabetically ordered names and pictures until reaching a name with a picture of the young boy Wolverine had brought in.

Full Name: Matthias Whitehart
Codename: Grey Wolf
Chapter: Calgary Codebreakers
Age: 13
Element/Abilities: water/wings (flight), telekinetic abilities, various others
Level: commander
Occupation: cage fighter, wood carver, and "Spirit" commander and instructor
Physical strength: 98/100
Kinetic Abilities: 99/100
Control: 88/100
Living Relations: Elizabeth Whitehart (twin sister), Marie (half sister) & Jan (half-brother in-law) Robins, Amy Robins (half-niece), Chase Robins (half-nephew)
Deceased relations: Collin & Tracy Whitehart (parents), Pixie Whitehart (grandmother)

History

At the age of 3 witnessed the murder of his parents. Police didn't believe him when he stated that Collin's brother, Derek, had murdered them. Derek received custody of them but simply gave them to the "mutant mines" and forced them to work there till age 5. Abilities were discovered during the murder of parents and it was found he was completely in control but needed a large amount of concentration for attacks. Escaped with group of present students. Suffered extensive psychological trauma after the death of parents and disappearance of godfather Logan (last name unknown). Worked as child assassin and mercenary while establishing the grounds for the first chapter of the "Elemental Spirits". One of the most powerful members and began cage fighting at age 9.

"Logan?"(Beast), "couldn't be our Logan. Unless..."

He printed out the information for Xavier and took it to the office. The others were already there waiting. Handing them to Xavier, he sat down. Xavier reviewed the notes and, like Beast, noticed the part about the man named Logan.

"Logan why did you bring the child back? You couldn't have known he was a mutant and I want the truth."

"He reminded me of someone, I don't know why or who but I couldn't just leave him in that condition even if he was a stranger."

"Unfortunately our 'guest' isn't co-operating," Scott put in.

"Well y'ah can't blame the poor shugah. He ain't had much of a childhood so y'ah can't exactly blame 'im for not trusting us and we ain't really given 'im a good reason to trust us anyway."

" His mental shields are so strong I can't seem to penetrate them," Jean added, " they're so strong that even the professor can't get past them."

Nobody noticed Jubilee get up and head towards the boy's room. She knocked but received no answer so she opened the door. He was lying on the bed, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing but the blank white ceiling above. The blood was beginning to seep through the bandages wrapped around his wrists. Jubilee tapped him on the shoulder snapping him out of his daze. He snapped up and grabbed her wrist. She yelped and pulled away and fell down because he'd let go. He stared at her breathing heavily and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down. Jubilee got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why won't you talk to the professor?" she asked.

"M.Y.O.B. Okay," he snapped back. That did it.

"They only want to help! What do you see in them that is so bad?! Why are you acting like such a jerk?"

"The last time I trusted someone they pulled a gun on my parents. And if you intend on calling me something I prefer Grey Wolf or Matt to 'jerk'. Okay? And I can't imagine you trusting too many people if you had my background." Silence settled for only a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity to the two of them.

"Beast managed to access your disk, in case you're wondering." He looked at her with interest flashing in his eyes.

"That'll be the first time anyone's manage to break through the codes, if you speak the truth. So what are they all like? You seem to speak very highly of them."

"They're all real nice. Logan can..." she was cut off abruptly.

"Logan? My father had a friend that had the name Logan but he disappeared after my parents' death. He was my godfather." The look in his eyes was so pained and forlorn that Jubilee thought it best to change the subject.

"So what city do you come from?"

"Huh?"

"Where do you come from?"

"Oh. Calgary."

"Logan comes from Canada too!"

"Hmm... What is this place?"

"It's an academy. Professor Xavier runs it and he brings mutants here so they can learn to control their mutant powers. The others that you saw were the X-men."

"Sounds a lot like the 'Elemental Spirits'," he whispered under his breath.

"The 'Elemental Spirits'? What's that?"

"It's a chain of academies found all over the world. We teach elemental mutants, mutants with special abilities beyond that of regular mutants that are often focused on one of the natural forces, such as weather or lightning." They continued to talk unaware of the fact that they were being watched.

"Jubilee's doing a better job than we could any day. Hard to believe how easily she got him talking," Storm said.

Okay I finally got this started. I hope it's okay and doesn't totally suck.

Please R & R.