About Mercer Thorson

Mercer Thorson’s childhood was not pleasant. It wasn’t “happy”. It wasn't “cool”. What it was, was different. Mercer didn’t have time for fun. In fact, that's the only funny, ironic thing about his life. It wasn't even ha-ha funny. It was “wow, that sucks” funny. The fact that, even now, when time was a pointless, trivial thing to him, he had never had time for fun. He hadn't had a Father, his Mother was schizophrenic. He was holding the house up, but his strength was dwindling.

When Mercer was four, his mother had been brutally murdered. He had been walking home from school when the screams started. He ran home as fast as he could, and saw his house in flames.  Through a window, he saw a dark figure alighting through the main bedroom. He was taken to social cervices, where he bounced around from Foster parent to Foster parent.

    One day, somebody took Mercer from his current Foster family. He woke up in a pitch black cave. He lived in that cave for years, a voice telling him how to survive. His eyes were pointless, so he just bandaged them and forgot about them. Every day, the voice trained him. How to survive, how to hunt in the darkness. How to use the darkness, to live with it, how to fight with it.

    After years and years of darkness, he walked outside, and saw nothing. His time with the shadow voice had changed him. He was blind, but in a way he saw more than other people. He could feel the darkness. It was inside him. It was him. He was darkness.

    Mercer was a different person. He never had any fun, but as his life shows, he was vary different. He was blind, he was in orphan, and he lived in a cave. How much more different can you get!