What If? Eevee's Story

Summary: Read if you want. Won't blame you if you don't. What if Beast Boy wasn't the child taken onto the Doom Patrol and was, instead, Raven's little brother. What if my OC for this story was adopted into the Doom Patrol instead? Just something I had to write.

I really don't blame you if you don't read this. I didn't want to write this one but this bunny just wouldn't leave me alone. Note: when trying to get rid of an annoying plot bunny, don't smack your head to forget it out of pain. You just end up with a sore head, a really angry and annoying plot bunny and possibly forgetting something important. But read if you want. Trying to make this good. Don't worry those waiting for my other stories; they aren't dead, just temporarily paralysed.

Disclaimer: I'm not going to say I own them, cause then the cops will obviously (Sounds of police sirens and shouting)...Of course.

The alarms and flashing red sirens sounded throughout a dark base that was out in the middle of nowhere. The only reason it didn't draw attention to anyone outside was because the ones in charge of the base had put several elaborate holograms around it. Through the lone gray halls inside, a small figure ran as fast as their legs could carry them towards the exit. One of the siren lights revealed the figure to be a small seven year old girl with pixie-cut, palish brown hair and large, amber eyes. As more light passed over her, it was revealed she was in a brown t-shirt and shorts that were the same shade as her hair. She had on same type of brown, fingerless gloves that had pale cream cuffs and a pale cream circle symbol on the back of her palms. Her sneakers were the same brown with the same cream soles, Velcro straps and her socks were pale cream too. The things that would have drawn stares to her were the large, diamond shaped, pale brown ears with black insides that sat on the sides of her head, pointing diagonally upwards. Just as strange was the large, fluffy, pale brown tail with the pale cream tip that came from the back of her shorts. She also had a ring of pale cream fur that clung to her neck, forming a flat collar.

Her breath burned her lungs and the back of her front bottom teeth as she panted for air. She streamed through the hallways, trying desperately to find her way out. She was surprised that no one had arrived because of the alarm and tried to stop her. She took another turn, trying to remember the way she came in. A light came up from ahead and she prayed to whatever gods were listening at that point that that was the exit. They must have heard her as she dashed out of the building and into the pouring rain and the darkness of the night. She didn't stop as she knew it was only a matter of time before someone was sent to find her. She took off once more, sprinting through the hologram, making it ripple like water, and took off into the dark forest surrounding the base, heading towards the city nearby and the shelter of the dark alleyways it provided.

"Jeez, how far can one little kid go?" A man said to his co-worker. The two were dressed in dark, metallic outfits; each held a gun in their hands and had several knives in sheaths all around their bodies. The dark, cold helmets that covered their heads made them seem like robots. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were robots. Most of the troopers were, but these two were flesh and blood, once you removed all the armour.

"Very far, it seems. She's gone into the city." The second one replied. The first one groaned.

'Why does the Brain even want the child? Is she even to be brought back dead or alive? He keeps changing his mind!" The man looked about ready to chuck one of his knives at a wall.

"Then I'll re-ram the information into your head." The second pointed his gun at his partner. "The Brain wants her dead. She was to be an experiment, but since she ran away, she needs to be killed so there ain't a witness. If she gets help, there is going to be trouble and we are to bring her body back as proof of our mission. So, shut up and do your job."

"How are we even to find her? There has to be a million alleyways she can hide in!" The first complained.

"We'll track her down. Wait until she gets tired and then we move in. If she chooses an alleyway, then she is just helping us. No one will see, there will be no where for her to run and no one will hear her if she screams, so move it! We just have to not lose sight of her."

The girl ran for her life. She could hear the troopers, they weren't too far away. Much closer than she would have liked. The rain made her hair, clothes and fur cling to her skin, making them much heavier and harder for her to run. In her haste, she tripped over her own feet and landed in a puddle. She lifted herself up, spitting the water out, and crawled into a nearby alleyway, hoping if she hid well enough, they wouldn't realise she was there. She panted, showing off one more odd feature about her. She had two fangs on each side of her upper jaw. The first pair were long and thin, the bottom half of it would show when her mouth was closed, their neighbours were short and thick, only the tip of it would show when she closed her mouth. With one long and one short on each side of her mouth, it made her look almost feral, a small savage in the making.

"Where did she go?" "I don't know, check over there!" She gasped at the sound of the men; they were much closer than she thought they were.

"Did she really go down there?" "We won't know unless we check." The girl held her breath and pushed herself into the back corner of the alleyway. They were no more than five metres away.

"Let's just go-" "There! The night scanners just picked her up!" She slunk out of the shadows, no point in hiding now. It was better to go down fighting than to let them kill her. She placed her hands on the ground, raised her hackles and bared her fangs. She waited until the larger trooper approached before launching herself onto him and biting him on the arm, sinking her fangs so deep that they pierced the armour and drew blood.

"ARGGH!" The trooper yelled, hitting her on the back of her head with his gun, trying to get her off. She ignored the pain from her cranium and allowed power to gather in her mouth in the form of a yellow ball, which she fired off in the form of a yellow beam. It tore through the trooper's armour and burned the flesh. The trooper gave another loud scream before his partner used his gun as a baseball bat and hit the girl right in the nose. She went flying off the trooper's arm and into the back wall of the alley. As stars danced in her eyes, she could hear the troopers talking.

"Don't shoot her. We agreed we don't want blood anywhere. Just let me get my hands around her neck." The girl shook the stars away and got back into her aggressive stance, growling. The injured trooper jumped away frightened as she came at him again, only to be slammed down onto the concrete by his partner, his hands tightening around her throat.

"Let's do this quick before someone comes. Does this look infected to you?" Black started gathering at the corners of her vision. Just as she was about to black out, she heard a call,

"Doom Patrol, attack!"

So, what do you think? I don't really think this is my best work. But tell me what you think. I will do more just for the sake of writing it. The reason behind the troopers being both human and robot is because when I first saw Homecoming 1, I thought the troopers were robots but so many people on fanfiction think they are human. Review if you want,

Nightwhisper.