Top 10 Victims Turned Villain in Horror
Nicole Metzger
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The fly becomes the spider as Hayley Stark weaves her web online. Wooed by a photographer (and presumably a would be pedophile by all evidence presented), they end up back at his place while a fun young Hayley plays and flirts, making the thoughts running through his head evident even on his face. The prey becomes the hunter with one simple sentence I will never forget. “Remember when I told you they teach us not to drink anything we didn’t mix ourselves? That’s good advice for everybody.” By the time Jeff (the photographer) wakes up, he is strapped to a chair and totally at the mercy of his would be conquest. Well played, Hard Candy. You may be number seven here but only by technicality. This is, hands down, one of my favorite movies and a MUST see for any fan of Ellen Page or Patrick Wilson.
Let’s trip back now to The Mist because one person in particular was a major reason I feared the people in that movie more than I ever feared the monsters. Stirring the pot, fear mongering, and pointing blame is a great way to keep the attention off you when it comes time to decide who could be risked or put out. Mrs. Carmodi was, evidently, more than aware of this fact as she begins volunteering and throwing people under the bus at a rapid pace. Under the guise of religious extremism this woman goes from part of the frightened and hiding from the evil outside to being the center of it in the only sanctuary they have.
If the name of your game is money for murder, do yourself the biggest solid you can. Don’t choose a victim so wealthy they can buy you out. It’s a strong and highly intelligent person that can go from being bound in chains to calling the shots, and Beth Sallinger from Hostel II is one of my all-time favorite bad bitches because of it. Not only does she overcome her victim status, she takes revenge with ease and earns the tattoo she receives for being a part of Elite Hunting. Fair is fair, and for that I kind of love the Hostel films. We don’t care that you came here as a victim; we just care that you can pay. Courses on their business philosophy are coming soon, I’m sure.
Picture this. A mother and daughter sit in their living room, duct taped together and gagged. As the perpetrator presses a stethoscope to the little girl’s chest, he slowly raises a gun to the mom’s temple just to hear her heart react to the threat of a bullet entering her mom’s head. She squeals and screams and wriggles through the gag as her racing heart pulses away in the background with increasing frantic beats. You don’t see his face. I loved Zep Hindle before I even knew who he was. As a character who you later find out was under the duress so commonly present with Jigsaw in the Saw films, it struck me as sublimely vicious that he would take so much joy in his project that he wanted to hear the racing pulses of his targets. You may have been a victim, Hindle, but you turned out to be a natural villain.
