Pre movie, post Samantha. Please review.

In a club one night, four friends got together to play a game of cards. From across the room another man watched them lazily. As one of them shuffled the deck, another started up conversation.

"I saw him," the youngest said, earning a groan from the oldest.

"Will you cut it out?" He asked. One of the friends, this one wearing a hat, turned to the younger man.

"You sure?" He asked. "Where?"

"Saw him down by Duke's," the younger one replied. The one in the hat leaned back.

"Damn," he said. "I was there earlier. " He shivered. "Wonder if I was near him without even noticin' it?"

"Y'all need to relax," the older one said. "He's just a man."

"That's where you're wrong," the one with the cards said. "Shadowman's somethin' else. Somethin' evil."

"I heard he sold his soul for an army of demons," the one in the hat said nervously. "Heard he can turn into shadows."

"His shadow moves," the younger one said. "And he's got violet eyes."

"Everyone's shadow moves," the older one growled.

"I mean on its own," the younger one snapped back. "It moves on its own. Like its alive." The older one sighed and gave in.

"I know," he said. "I've seen it. It moves away from him sometimes, though not very far."

"He ain't natural," the one in the hat said. "Does anyone even know where he came from?"

"Word on the street is he was born outa the swamp," said the one shuffling the cards. " That he can breath the water. No mom, no dad."

"Everyone has a mom," the old one said. "Now, what I hear is he's got Haitian blood in him. That's where he gets his power. His mom's side."

"If he has parents then where are they?" Asked the one with the cards.

"He killed 'em," the older one said simply. "They got in his way."

"Now that I'd believe," the one with the hat said. "Heard he a tough bastard. That even the Klan won't mess with him."

"Shame," the younger one muttered. "Might not be such a bad thing if they took him out and strung 'im up." The old one glared at him.

"Don't talk like that," he snapped. "It ain't good if they get any Negro."

"I ain't sayin' they're good," the youngest defended. "I'm just sayin' it might not be such a bad thing if he died."

As the one with the deck finished shuffling the cards, he noticed the other man watching them.

"Want to join fella?" He asked. The man chuckled and pushed his hat out of his eyes, revealing them to be a startling violet color.

"No thanks gentlemen," he said as he walked towards the door. "Just wanted to see how my reputation's doin'." Without another word he left, leaving the four friends stunned and silent.