Born on December 17, 1952 in New Orlean's, Louisianna. He was born to a medeocre family with no brothers and a sister whom had died at birth some years before. He had begun to grow up as a happy child, but growing up in the 50's wasnt easy when your parents were working hard just to pay the bills and still have enough for the little food they could afford.

His father, Christopher Spayed, was a Janitor for St. Rose; a Hospital down the street. After meeting his mother in college, he dropped out only three weeks before finals of getting his Bachelors degree in Modern Medicine due to sleeping habits and lack of time for studying. He also blamed some of the money problems on the idea that he wasnt getting enough hours at work to pay for college and housing so he decided to request a full time position at his job and also looked for another job in the mean time. He never got his position increase, nor another job.

His mother, Sarah Spayed, was a waitress at a local diner. She was making crap for wages but made up for it in tips. Sarah had never dreamed of doing anything more than what she was used to. She enjoyed the simple life and perferred it that way. When she met Christopher as he was going through college, some of her friends and her got together to help her decide if he was worth getting married to. Two years later, she had a ring on her finger and the wedding dress was in the back of the car that was driving her to her new life. Though encouraging Christopher to get his Bachelors degree, he got lazy with the idea and settled with what he could get, which wasnt very much.

After Sarah had a failed child-birth, she got skeptical of her body and depressed. Christopher mentioned to her of trying again, but they didnt for a few years until she felt more secure about it. Before the two would try again, Sarah began coming down with illness' left and right. Her blood ran thin, she became belimic, and had suicidal/homicidal tendancies. On more than one occassion, she had tried to kill Christopher many times out of sheer rage, over something like not mowing the lawn. Christopher had gone many times to a physician to ask about his wife's attitude and, of course..in the 50's the doctors didnt know a whole lot. The doc said it was premenstral hormones.

After having Reynold, Sarah seemed to have calmed down but her husband had noticed her spending an awfully lot of time with her son. Christopher asked some of the doctors at his work that he had made friends with about it. One of them, Dr. Coache wanted Christopher to bring her into see him. Sarah had begun to act a little weird by the time all of this had circulated. She was also suddenly paranoid about doctors and was rather hestant about anything to do with them. It took some coaxing, but eventually they went after a few days. They got a babysitter for the day and finally left. The entire time Sarah was in with the Doctor, she was shakey and highly cautious. Christopher was in with them for a while before the Doctor asked him to wait outside. He sat outside, reading some magazines about the wars over seas. Several minutes later, a loud crack was heard from inside the room and seconds later Sarah was running out of the room screaming obseneties at the top of her lungs, looking at everyone as if they were after her for something she didn't do.

Security came and picked her up before she could get too far outside. Once the real Police had come, Security had released her to them as she was going to be brought to the station for questioning. Christopher was about to lose his mind. He had absolutely no idea as to what was going on though the Police had asked him to join his wife. Christopher had lost his job at the hospital soon after. The doctor had decided not to press charges against them. They were relieved, not having the money to pay for any charges, but never found out what really happened. Sarah had mentioned something about the doctor wanting to open her vaginal areas open with a tool while she laid on back, but nothing anyone really believed.

Christopher had told the police that he was planning on moving out of state. The Police asked about it and Christopher told them he was going to take his family north into a small suberb of Wichita to the East, namingly Augusta. The Precinct had set up some stuff to help Christopher on his way with his family, only with a little surprise. He packed the whole family up and headed out of state. Once they got to the border, they indeed found their surprise as a large white truck was there along with three men in white suits and one of them holding a large net. There was also two state trooper cars with four troopers. All of this was waiting. They didnt get to the toll before the troopers stopped them. They questioned them while Sarah got all jumpy and the other men in white came over to Sarah's side. Opening the door, she sucked on her finger and then lept out at one of them, scratching at his face seemingly endlessly.

The Troopers ran over to pull the woman off of him as they finally slipped her into a straight jacket. Christopher fell in tears as he watched them take his wife away. The Troopers told him where they could find her and indeed was the first place they went to. So, with young Raynold in the car, Christopher was nearly pulling his hair out once again.

At some place south of Wichita called the Winfield State Hospital was where his directions took him. Taking Reynold in with him, Christopher demanded to see his wife. The receptionist took him into another room and sat him down. Soon a doctor from the place came to talk to him and told him what was going on. At this time, one of the nurses took young Raynold outside to play for a bit while his father talked to the doctor.

A while later, Christopher walked outside holding his nose trying not to cry. It was tough for him to accept all of this. Of course his son didn't know anything that was going on. It was 1954 and poor Raynold didn't really understand as a normal adult would. Christopher though was going to try to explain some of this to Raynold but the nurse that was watching him, or supposed to be watching him, told him not to tell his son about any of it until he gets older. Christopher walked over to his son and popped a squat only to watch his son pulling the legs off a grasshopper off, very slow and deliberately. He looked off to the side and saw a pile of grasshoppers in some state of perpetual dismemberment.

Growing up

Some years after the whole crisis with his mother, life went on. Christopher had to under-go therapy. They settled into the new place that was bought and tried to settle best they could. He wracked his brain constantly asking himself if it is a good idea to keep married to his wife, but his conscience told him that he couldnt leave her; that she had no one else to help her through her problems. Raynold visited his mother with his father regularly, once every week. Some time down the line, the visits got fewer for Raynold. He got older and older until he noticed more and more where his mother was living.

When Raynold got older, he went out on his own. He had a serious unfortunate chain of events happen in his life. By the age of 16 he tried to move out after a blowing up with his father about his mother. He was picked up the next day by the police as a runaway and brought back home. Being told that he couldnt leave until he was 18 enfuriated him. Until the time of being 18, he started getting bored rather easily. It became a habit. He began looking up different parts of the human body, renting books from the local library and telling his father it's for a class.

In those two years, he found out what the human body did, what different parts do..though didnt pay attention to their name very well..so he couldnt specify any. He had also kept a doll in his room, stitching it and other such. His room became littered with those dolls, perfecting several different stitching styles.

One night only a few weeks before his eighteenth birthday he decided to get bold. He had asked one of his girl friends out to a date..just as friends, of course. On that night, he had brought with him a rope, two different sized shovels, his stitching kit and some duct tape. Putting it in the trunk of his dad's car, anticipatingly. He requested the car for just the one night and got it. Indeed this would be a successive move for him, he thought.

Upon picking his friend up, he acted as normal as anyone else would've been. The only thing running through his mind at this time was how his mother acted just before they took her away. It brought only a tear to his eye and it was for a split second. He brought his friend with him out to a pier area that was rather secluded. They joked and piddle farted around up until he laid her on her back. "Think you would mind if I tried a little experimentation on you?","What kind?","Just something a little different. C'mon. It'll be fun!" he pursuaded her. When she agreed, he got excited and got up in a quick rush, telling her to stay put.

When he got to the car, he licked his teeth looking in the mirror before popping the trunk to pull all of his goodies out. He laid them all right next to the car as he reached into his fathers car and pulled out the pair of driving gloves that were hiding underneath the seat. As said, well anticipated.

Though, his friend was coming up towards the car and called out to him in a hazy state of entertainment. He didnt panic though. Instead, he merely kinda joked around with her until she got really close and then picked up one of the shovels. When she asked what it was for, he handed her the other shovel and said "Gotta dig, that's what." He turned her around in her confused state and whirled his shovel around, clocking her in the back of her head. She dropped like a rock with less than a shriek.

He dropped the shovel and drug her body over infront of the car's headlights and turned them on so he could see. For the next hour or so, he was cutting, stitching and manipulating his friend's body's skin. She was waking up at some point during the whole thing, as he had hoped she would; though not expecting to have her arms stitched down either side of her body, fingernails and all. Every time she tried to move, it would pull somewhere and she'd flinch. "I suggest you let your body heal up a bit before you move any. It may hurt otherwise." She asked what he was doing and then he told her his plans on her being his first subject of a long awaited dream to get back at his father for what had happened to his mother. A few minutes later she fainted from the pain and exhaustion of struggling too much as he continued to put different flesh pieces in different spots to make sure he had his style of stitching down right. By the end of the few hours he had wished for, not even her boyfriend would know her insides if he had looked at them.

Four days later, Raynold saw his handy work in the papers. They had finally found her or what they thought was her as she had no skin on her face. He missed her laugh a little bit. People had said a lot at school about the whole incident but Raynold never mentioned anything he knew about it; even as excited as he was.

Time went by and the police had never found any traces to anything. He hadnt heard anything come from his father as his father had become rather afraid of him, it seemed. They didnt talk much as it was but the whole incident didnt help things any between them.

On Raynold's eighteenth birthday, he was all packed. His father had made quite the bit of an effort to do something for his birthday, but Raynold waved it off. Going off to live in some abandoned house that had been ready to be torn down for a few months, he left everything the way it was minus a few things like piping and toiletries and other such.

He had landed himself a job at a local Diner waiting tables now that he was on his own and with no money, he needed some soon. Spending his spare time doing odd jobs, he kept to himself pretty much as he did his best to get money for his books.

Using his nights to stitch up his arms as a resault of his unfathomable hate adoring his father, he had to keep himself busy best he could. One unfortunate night yet agian, he couldnt stand it anymore and called up one of his old time friends yet again. Told his friend he wanted to do stuff just like the old days. He packed up all over again, met his friend with a duffle bag in hand and just walked for a long time, letting him know what was up..giving bull-crap answers as to where he was living and such. They stopped off at a park and rested up for a bit, his friend taking time to enjoy a good smoke.

The park was dark, gloomy and about perfect. He asked his friend if he could do a little experiment on him and his friend didnt mind at all. In fact, his friend asked if he wanted to get high before the experiment but Raynold kindly thanked him and refused. While his friend lit a joint up, he pulled out his shovel and looked at his friend. "What's that for, man?" he said in the middle of a toke. "Digging" he said with a smug smirk. After saying that, he stood up and walked away from them only for a short moment. His friend then looked up after a little bit only to see Raynold running at him with his shovel and clocked him a good one, sending some dust flying. Since no one was around, he was free to take his time again like last time. He did just about everything the same, except he had brought the skin of his girl friend's with him. About the time he had gotten his friend's face off and gotten his girl friend's face on, there was a search light out in his immediate area. Seems someone had heard the loud thunk from the blow by the shovel. Quickly he picked up his duct tape and stitching utencils, leaving the shovel behind, and walked away rather calmly.

The next day, there were some paragraphs in the paper about his art. He thought it funny considering some people thought they might have gotten a good look at him and the picture of him looked nothing like him. He just smiled and went on with life.

Eventually he grew up much more and went to College to get a degree in Medicine. It wasnt easy by any means, but he made it to where he wanted to be. He finally got to be a Doctor, just as his father wanted to be. The year after he had become a certified Doctor, he had gone back to Winfield State Hospital to check on his mother. Shock struck him when he was told she passed away just two short years earlier.

In the year 1987, Raynold had finally met his match at age 35. He had seen on the news about a serial killer named BTK. He didnt know anything abou the guy except that he had a little streak on him. He had some competition! Taking some time off from his work, he decided he finally needed a vacation and traveled over to Wichita. He got himself a nice little motel 6 and stayed for the night. He planned for a while but then there was a problem. The telephone rang. He picked it up not really knowing anyone knew he was there. "What?","I see you made it. Good. Meet me at the Wal-Mart just down the street from you in the electronics section in 20 minutes."(click). He was astonished! He thought for a moment and then just left right then. By the time he was about to walk into the electronics section of the store, some police officers were heading his way. Their radios blaring left and right about something, then he heardhis name! Shammed, he thought. He immediately tried to leave the store and just outside there were around ten cop cars with a whole lot of lead pointed his way. He quickly skipped back into the Wal-Mart and something horrible happened..The store shut down and went completely black.

Raynold looked around wondering what was going on, maybe a power surge or something but then he started hearing crickets and night time chirping. "What...is going on?"

Pull out, dont shout; after all of this, be afraid for this is the way of Doctor Reynold Spayed'