The Legend of Dutch Lawson.

Chapter 1: All Legends Start Somewhere

The Current year is 1812

A woman's deafening scream of pain is heard echoing throughout the streets of Annesburg from the doctors office.
"Come along now Mrs. Lawson, just one more push!", the doctor said trying to calm her as she pushes once more until a babies cry is heard. The doctor grabs hold of the newborn and gently eases the baby out and cuts the cord, wrapping the newborn in a nice woolen blanket, handing the baby to the woman.
" Congratulations Mrs. Lawson, it is a fine boy", the doctor happily said congratulating the woman who was in a breathing heavy in a heavy sweat, smiling as she held her son.
"Thank you Doctor, he's beautiful", Mrs. Lawson said, continuing to smile as she looks down at her son.
She looks at her husband, pacing back and forth in the doctors room who enters after hearing the doctors words,
"We have a son?!", Mr. Lawson said loudly in a somewhat joyful manner.
He smiles as he holds his wife's hand and looks to the newest addition to the Lawson family. "What shall we name him dear?", Mr. Lawson asks to his wife who is still smiling. The doctor smiles and leaves the room after cleaning up to allow the couple some space. "How about...Jonathan?" Mrs. Lawson says, looking to her husband. Mr. Lawson thinks for a second and then shakes his head with a smile, "Honey, I would like my boy to grow up to be a man. I'd like him to have a very manly name, like... Butch or something along those lines", he says eagerly smiling as he looks at his son, then the smile fades as realises he is being to excited about the naming process. Mrs. Lawson laughs and looks to Mr. Lawson, "Ok ok my macho man, I think Butch is a little tough. How about, Dutch?", she gently strokes her sons head thinking of the name. "Dutch...", Mr. Lawson mumbles to himself before smiling, "I really like that". Mrs. Lawson slowly gets up with their son and the help of her husband as they proceed to see the doctor.
"Hello, have you decided on a name for your newest addition?", the doctor says smiling at the pair and the baby.
The couple look to each other smiling and proudly say the name, "Dutch". The doctor nods his head with a smile, "I think Dutch is a smashing name for him, just sign these paperwork and you may both be on your way. I have a coach driver waiting just outside the office for you both", the doctor says pointing to the areas on the papers that need to be signed and then pointing outside to the wagon coach.
The couple sign there names, say there farewells to the doctor and climb aboard the wagon. The wagon proceeds to take them home, however, its a long ride as for most of the journey, the only ambience was of a babies cry.

They couple arrive home with Dutch, and gently place him in a wooden cot with some blankets. They light the fireplace to keep the house nice and warm and prepare to cook dinner.

The years go by and it is now 1825

"Goddamn it boy, if you aren't ready within the next minute, I will come in there and force you out. MOVE YOUR ASS BOY!",  Mr. Lawson yells as Dutch is getting ready for secondary school at the age of 13. Dutch tries to hurry up but struggled to do his shoelace, his father busts into the room with the sound of only 2 words," that's it", and he grabs Dutch by the ear and drags him out the house getting him onto a wagon. "You're going to be late you idiot", Mr. Lawson says loudly to Dutch who is sat beside him on the wagon. "As if I give a crap, all we do at that school is learn about things we don't need in life, I wish they taught us hunting or gunslinging. That's stuff we need to survive, not stupid maths.", said Dutch folding his arms and huffing at his father who gave Dutch dagger eyes." Boy, you will study, you will succeed and you will not cry about some stupid shit like this. I will teach you the ways of hunting and how to use a gun, when you reach the right age. Now we're almost there, so you best behave.", Mr Lawson spoke proudly and loudly as they reached the school and Dutch jumps off the wagon.

Dutch's father sees Dutch slugging to school looking down as some kids point laughing at Dutch's torn uniform due to them not having the money for clean and proper uniforms. Just as Mr. Lawson leaves, Dutch stops in his tracks and looks to the 2 kids laughing at him who suddenly stop as Dutch glares at them. He walks up to them clenching his fists, "laugh again Tom", he said angrily. The kid named Tom snickered a little and with that little snicker Dutch struck Tom across the jaw with one punch, Tom hit the ground hard and began crying only to run inside. After several weeks of Dutch getting into fights, the principle of the secondary school decided enough was enough and expelled Dutch from the school for being violent.

Several months go by as Dutch is home schooled by his mother as his father began drinking heavy and Dutch noticed it was very frequent drinking and not just an occasional thing.

When Dutch was 18, he came home from the store after buying some food only to find his mother sat on the chair outside crying heavily. Dutch drops the bags and rushes over to comfort him, "Mother, are you alright? What happens?", Dutch asked frantically, obviously seeing concerned for his mother. She didn't say anything as she was crying but the bruise on her eye and shoulder gave Dutch an answer. Dutch's face filled with anger as he entered the house to see his father shouting and cursing, drinking and smashing bottles. Dutch notices some blood on his father's knuckles and Dutch's fists immediately clench up tightly. "YOU HIT MOM YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH! THAT IS MY MOTHER AND YOUR WIFE!", Dutch yelled at his father who rose to his feet and threw a bottle at Dutch which smashed across his head cutting him. Dutch fell down, clutching his forehead which was bleeding slightly from the glass."DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT!", he said as he slaps Dutch across the face. Dutch grunted in pain and with a sudden boost of anger and adrenaline, Dutch lunged at his father tackling him to the ground and began to repeatedly punch him in the face, causing his face to bleed heavily. As Dutch continued to punch him, his mother walks in and screams in shock as she witnesses them. Just as she is about to pull Dutch off him, Dutch lands one final punch which crushes his father's nose, where his nasal bone breaks and pierces his brain, killing him instantly. Dutch slowly rolls over breathing heavy and his mother rushes to there sides, crying prevusibly.
"THOMAS! DUTCH!", she cries sobbing immensely.

Dutch was arrested on suspicious of murdering his own father as a passer by of the house heard the ruckus and screaming and alerted the local lawmen who caught Dutch splattered with blood.

Dutch spent several years in a cell, where he couldn't harm anyone. He cried heavily days on end as even though his father was abusive and beat his mother, he cannot help but regret the actions he did and the towns sheriff of Annesburg notices this.

After several years, at the age of 27, on release of prison, Dutch discovered his mother had shot herself due to a broken heart. Dutch decided to enroll a job in the Annesburg coal mines where he worked endless hours and earned a lot of money and even build strength for himself. He worked years at the mine which did affect his lungs after several years.

The years go by, Dutch is very muscular and earned a reputation for himself by also gambling in an illegal fight club set up in the Annesburg mines where he reigned as a champion. Due to his mother originally being from Iceland, and due to Dutch's now very strong physique and tall height, people began calling him, The Icelandic Giant.