Filth - Comments

Amazing
<3
I would always see Gerard being a killer, seeing Frank as one gave it a twist.
Good job
:D

This really was fantastic. Absolutely maniacal, but fantastic.
You have a talent, and that is for sure. Your descriptions of certain things in this gave me chills.
Very well done.

Nice. I never could imagine Frank as a creepy murderous bastard, but you nailed it. I still love him tho =]
I have to agree with the earlier comments on here, you've got a real knack for description. Keep the talent coming.

Oh wow, I'm glad I asked for a Frank Iero story. This is incredible. You are an magnificent author, and you're just so descriptive. This was beautiful. Every little detail you placed into here, just showed the utmost care in where you placed it. Ugh. Bravo.

~the Artist

^^ What she said.

I'm actually f'ing speechless.
:cheese:

The title and banner alone make my feel very wary when about to read the one-shot. At the same time however, I'm already enthralled, because there's just something about prison's and the word filth that go together so well, which guarantee's an amazing read no matter what, and it's beautiful.

The description of Frank...I'm at a loss for words. His character reminds me a little of Barty Crouch Jr in the film version of Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. So evil. So, unaffected by what he did, because for him, that's the right thing to do.
Frank snapped his head up and leaned in even closer, grinning like a jackal. This goes well with what I'm trying (and failing) to explain.
It's just gorgeous.

Your talent at writing amazes me. I'm just astounded by the high standard of this one shot. It flowed perfectly, it was filled with description that made the story a lot more realistic, and gave the idea of the reader actually being in the room. And the fact the two way mirror was included was a particular highlight - no one ever remembers to put that in! :cheese:

I had shivers the whole time reading. It was just astounding. I love it.

this made me go :cheese:, seriously where do you get these words? :XD

for being such a short story there's so much description jammed into it
but not in a way that makes it seemed rushed or like you threw words
together. the descriptions flow so well, it sets the mood in a way few authors
can.

The man who entered the room moments later was all straight lines. His hair was cut in an unfashionable flat top that did nothing to help the square shape of his face, and his square face did nothing but accentuate his square shoulders and stout torso. His black suit was creased and ironed in all the right places, his thick black tie held in place by a silver tie clip. He had a stack of Polaroids in one manicured hand and manila folder in the other.

i liked how well the description of the policemen's apperance fitted in with
out seeming like clutter but it actually blended in very well with the whole
mood of the story.

“No. I didn’t stop to ask her.” And then, suddenly, he smiled. His smile was grotesque - his dried lips split and bled and his crooked teeth looked like the broken stakes of a picket fence.

there was something so deliciously evil about that part, it made me :yah and :tehe:

i think its awesome that you actually included the two-way mirror in the interogation room because it's not something i can recall ever seeing in a fic that had to do with interogations.

im shitty at reviews because i barely ever give them so ill stop now before i start sounding like a rambling idiot. :XD

Shhhit Vonno. :cheese: :cheese:
I'm speechless. I love reading everything you write because it's always different, always something I'd never expect. Just oh my. I love every bit and detail.
Your creativity ceases to amaze me, my dear. :con:

the fluorescents shone on Frank’s normally olive skin, heightening the twisting blue paths of his veins and the dark bags under his eyes.

i love the detail in that part of the sentence.

“Is this the rest of my work? My other… accomplishments, detective? Did you take these pictures yourself? Were you there, at the scene, with their decomposing bodies and crying mothers? Did you see the blood? Did you smell the blood? Did you notice, detective - like I have - that the blood of whores smells different than the blood of an innocent child? Of an innocent woman? Of an innocent man? Did you smell the filth?” Frank suddenly bowed his head down, as if something heavy had been placed on the back of his neck. When he next spoke, his voice sounded weighted with terrible regret.

“I really tried to help them. I really did - I wanted to cleanse them of the filth of their ways by killing them… but the kind of filth they held was ingrained into their skin, held somewhere else, somewhere far more difficult to reach…”

This made me shiver. This whole piece just gave me the chills. But in the good way, the only other author able to do that to me was Stephan King.

“I think the filth is in their souls.”

-shivers-

God, Vonn. Go be famous now, kthxbai.

I love you and this.

This is just amazing. It really freaked me out - really. I love stories with insights into a killer's mind, and this did not disappoint.

I like the way you describe Frank's character, both his appearance and his insanity. I loved the uses of words and phrases like leering, Did you see the blood? Did you smell the blood?, grinning like a jackal, and so much more. His character was just terrifying in every sense, and I LOVED it.

And especially at the part where he describes that he tried to help them, I just thought that was nice and different than what a serial killer would do - it was just insanity, and I'm just like :crazy: 'cause it's really really awesome.

The use of the word 'filth'... I like that word. A lot.

“I think the filth is in their souls.”

And that line - absolutely chilling. I got mega-shivers down my spine.

Amazing story. :]]

That was wonderous. Maniacal. But wonderous.