Isaiah Vantas
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Thoughts raced through Isaiah's mind. What to do, what to do. Back on his feet, no gun. No weapon at all actually. Why had he stopped carrying it... that's right. He would have shot Jackson by now if he hadn't. Not a good idea.... Sniper in the woods. Ghost pokemon around... Sneasal and Houndour.... Isaiah ran fingers through his hair and glanced about, wanting to just yell at everyone to shut the hell up for half a second. But no... They wouldn't listen. He was just a kid in the woods.
That gave him an idea. There was a gun in his backpack, if he could assemble the damn thing. But... No ammo. Shit. But then, another thought came to him. Something one of them said.
"He is Regime, he deserves to die?" Isaiah quoted, staring at Jackson for emphasis.
"Is that what you think? Because if so, you should go jump off a cliff. Seriously, how close minded and hateful can you actually get without becoming Regime? Because I think you are there. If all you do is go around murdering people because of the organization they are with." Isaiah was pissed off. That mentality was what HE was fighting against. That was the thinking HE wanted to stop. The mentality of 'The ends justify the means' was exactly what the Regime was likely to say, how they acted. Shoot first, ask questions later. It was a part of the reason they were feared and hated. Have an unliscened pokemon with you? It was taken, and you were probably dead. Get called a rebel? You died. No trail, no fairness. It sickened him that some people out there wanted to fight that sort of hatred and fascism, with the exact same thing and call themselves rebels or freedom fighters.
"Freaking ridiculous." Isaiah turned.
"Oh yeah. Those of us who don't want to be caught by the regime? I suggest we move. You know. Since several of them are dead and haven't checked in via radio. there are bound to be more coming. Especially with the metang riding scientist running back to a base and nobody chasing her down? I'm going to scavenge the bodies, then I'm out." And like that, Isaiah slipped into the trees and down towards the bodies, his hood up and black clothes blending quite well into the scenery as he began to dig through the remains of the squad for supplies.