Authors Note: Hey everybody. I'm starting this out from the film's deleted scene "The Brothers Eulogy." I don't own anything, all the character belong to the film. This is my first fanfiction so take it easy on me. I would to hear from all of you!

Measures of My Life: Jack Mercer

Prologue

It was a dark and dreary day. It seemed even the weather was affected by the loss of Evelyn Mercer, my mother. A large group of people silently stood around the coffin with their heads hanging low. It's such a shame to lose the most kind-hearted woman to have ever have lived in Detroit. I felt a few tears touch my cheek as the realization of my loss began to sink in harder. I barely heard Jerry saying his last few words for mom when he called my name. I sighed as I slowly walked towards the podium trying my best to hold my emotions in.

"I never bothered looking for my real parents, because to me…Evelyn was enough. I went from foster house to foster house but these people don't want you. They're just looking for some extra money and I remember them giving me hardly anything to eat. So you learn to take what you can get. When Evelyn took me in it was no different for me, till she caught me with my pockets all full and she tried to explain to me what it meant to be adopted, what it meant to have a family, what it meant to have a last name." I couldn't contain myself, the tears began to overflow and at that point I didn't really care. I had just lost the only woman that had actually cared for me, not as just another foster kid or another lost cause but a son, a real son. "And she would say Jackie, there's no reason to steal your own toothbrush anymore…because…" I felt Bobby put a comforting hand on my back. "Because I would take it and… I would put in my sock drawer…" I couldn't continue, it was too hard and I soon felt myself moving back to where I was standing before as Bobby took the podium.

"You know ma was never really big on goodbyes so…thank you all for coming. God bless you all." As people started to drift away I remained standing staring at the coffin that held my mother, tears streaming down my face. She was gone. The woman that took me in, believed in me, cared for me, worried for me, fed me, sheltered me…she was actually gone. Has it already been ten years since I first looked upon her sweet face? I remember coming to her when I was 14 years old, beaten up and completely uninterested in life. I'm 23 now, has it really been that long…I could still remember it like it was yesterday.

Authors Note: I know short, but it is a prologue. First chapter will be up in no time. No worries. But first...PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, if i get it enough I'll totally continue on with this story. Hope you all liked it.

My name is Jack Mercer…it was Jack Bradshaw…and this is my story.