The Mysterious YouTuber

Summary

Ever since I was 8, my parents died horribly in a gunshot. And because of it, I had to support my brother, and myself, all alone. But, thanks to Parker and to Mr. Pokémon, I was able to complete the task that my father had given me. And now, here I am, holding the roses that were now withered.

Disclaimer

Don't own Pokémon or its characters.

Warning: Colorful language ahead, Flames will be reported or deleted.

Prologue

I smiled happily as I watched my brother run around with my beloved Torchic. I was completely free, I had nothing to do. The sun was shining, the clouds were calm and I could hear the wind singing peacefully.

Then again, that's what I thought…

"May! Max! Get inside! Quick!" Mom called out, I could hear my brother groan in disappointment as Torchic flapped his wings violently in agreement.

I shook my head as I patted my brother's head, "Come on, Max. There's no need to get upset, we could play tomorrow morning." I stated as he nodded his head.

Within that statement, something is telling me, that we won't be seeing tomorrow…

The door busted opened, revealing the police, that's what I thought. I could see that my mom was panicking for some reason; my breathing became shaky, 'What's going on?' I asked myself as my eyes set on the lively pack of Growlithes.

I felt my brother pulled the hem of my dress, as I looked down, he was shaking out of shock and confusion, I knew he was scared.

"May, Max, I believe that it's past bedtime." Mom stated with a shaky voice, it was around 7 in the evening, but in this type of situation, I shouldn't question the logic of our mother.

I only nodded as I opened my arms, waiting for Max to accept the offer of being carried upstairs. Of course, he didn't hesitate; he jumped lightly enough to reach the borders of my shoulder blades.

"May? What's going on? Is mom in trouble?" Max asked, questions were roaming around in the atmosphere. I only shrugged.

"I have no idea, Max. But I'm sure that –"I paused as I heard something crash, I turned my back on Max as I reached for the door. Something fell, and I'm completely sure that it's not the bookshelf or the television.

And I was certain, that I heard a gunshot.

"May?" I heard Max called out in a low voice, I focus my gaze on him, he was shivering.

I gulped, I was a bit scared, and my throat suddenly became dry.

"Go to sleep, Max. Everything will be fine by tomorrow, if I believe." I smiled as I sat at the edge of his bed. I didn't manage to go outside of our room, or have opened the door to take a peek.

I tried to calm myself, 'Everything's fine, there's no need to worry, May.' I told myself as I turned off the lights, directing myself towards my bed as I steady my breathing.

Scream.

Early in the morning, I heard my brother scream in horror. I jolted up from my bed and stood up, rushing towards the door as I heard my brother's footsteps dancing on the floorboards.

I fell on the ground as Max gave me a tight hug, he was crying and his voice was in terror and in shock.

"Max, what happened?" I asked him in concern.

I gasped as I covered my mouth, everything was a mess, but what matters me the most, was to see my mom lying down on the cold floor, swimming on her dried up blood.

"Max…" my voice was trembling, but it caught his attention. "Call 9-1-1," I mumbled silently, but enough for him to hear.

"O-Okay, but where are you going?" he asked, reaching out for the wireless phone that was beside our deceased mother. I wasn't completely sure if there's a chance for our mother to live, knowing that I couldn't see her breathing like yesterday.

"I'm going to look for our father." I mumbled quickly, grabbing a sweater as I head for the door. "Also, don't go outside for now. And make sure that Torchic is with you." I continued with a shaky voice, Max only nodded, holding the phone tightly on his chest as he went upstairs, where I believe that Torchic can be found.

As I pass by the busy streets of our neighborhood, everyone was mumbling under their breath, taking small glances – from time to time – as I pass by from their household.

I ignored it, not until someone came up to me.

"Y-Yes? Is there something you need from me?" I asked politely as I looked in his eyes, which I assume was filled with misery.

"You're May Maple, right? The daughter of Norman Maple," he stated as I nodded.

My father was known for being the greatest trainer in our neighborhood, due to the fact that he is the owner of the Petalburg's Gym.

The man in front of me fell on his knees, giving me a hug as he cried silently. "I-I'm so sorry," he mumbled in a quiet voice.

"A-Ah… W-Who are you?" I suddenly asked out of confusion.

"I'm Parker; I work for your father back in the gym. But for now, that doesn't matter who am I," Parker stated as he tried to control his breathing, "But your father, h-he's in the hospital." He continued as I gasped, that can't be true. What happened last night?

I suddenly collapsed on the ground; I couldn't feel my legs anymore. "Mom has been murdered last night, and now, dad is in the hospital… What happened?!" I screamed as I held my aching head.

The sirens buzzed around my ears, Max was crying on my arms as Parker stood beside us. The police came, including the medics.

Officer Jenny came towards us; she smiled sadly as she patted Max's head. "In such a young age, I can't believe that you were capable on calling us." She stated as Max stopped crying, returning a smile.

As time has passed by, we were in the hospital, where Parker was guiding us towards our father's room.

"Hey, Parker, did you ever manage to call us?" I suddenly asked as we reached our destination.

"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked, reaching for the door handle, I shook my head.

"No, never mind about it," I stated as I scratch the back of my head, "I couldn't even understand my own question, to tell you the truth." I mumbled as I heard him chuckle.

Parker's hand reached for the door handles, but then, the alarm came, humming a dreadful sound for our eardrums.

My eyes jolt open, the blaring sound danced near my sensitive ears. I was in my room, in my brand new room, to be exact.

It's been 7 years, since my parents' death. And now, here I am, a bit successful like my father. I haven't done anything productive, but making random videos for a living.

4:15 A.M.

The red highlights caught my attention; the same nightmare – that had haunted me for the past week – caused me to forget my daily schedule.

It was Tuesday, and our break is almost over. The first day of school will start next, next week.

I sighed as I rose from my bed, grabbing a towel and went directly to my personal bathroom.