In your mind’s eye, you see a scene from when you were residing in Hawaii. It has only been a couple of days since you, Coconut, and your brother were brought into the world of the island’s undead. Tommy was embraced by a Brujah anarch who hoped to turn the bar into meeting place for the Hawaiian sovereignty movement. In retaliation, the Toreador primogen embraced you and Coconut to ensure she had an in at her favored hunting ground.
Right now, everything is on fire. The tiki bar is nothing but a hole on a dock and scattered pieces of burning mango wood. You’ve been thrown from the bar, landing two hundred feet away and tumbling another twenty. As you get up, you hear Coconut scream.
Using your blood to heal your wounds quicker, you quickly rise to you feet and see Tommy attacking his fiancée. The whites of his eyes are blood red and he is growling like an animal. You rush to him and try to pry him off of her as he pins her down. Stronger than you, he throws you off and bites into Coconuts neck.
Enraged by your brothers inexplicable savagery, frighten by the high flames around you, and exhausted from the blood loss needed to heal yourself, you let the unfamiliar Beast inside take over. You jump on Tommy’s back, wrap your arms around him, and sink your teeth into the back of his neck.
Howling in pain, Tommy rises up, twists wildly to get you off him, and even claws at your legs. You don’t let go. Unaware of his environment, he walks of the dock and plunges both of you into the dark water.
From Coconuts perspective, at least five minutes go by until she sees you climb back onto the dock… without Tommy.
This memory recedes from the forefront of your mind as you open your eyes. You are in an empty space, totally dark except for some shifting shades of reds and purples. Much like when you close your eyes._
And your brother Tommy is standing in front of you, seemingly on nothing.
Tiki Tommy: Hozit brah? Not exactly what you remember, yeah?
Maui Pete: Who the fuck are you? Tommy would never hurt Coconut. And I will not let you hurt her. Where is she?
Tiki Tommy: Brah, I know we both went a bit lolo (crazy) back then. It was the Beast. No need to go lolo now.
He pauses for a moment.
Tiki Tommy: Though it’s refreshing to see you all moke (tough). So if you don’t wanna talk story (reminisce)…
He pounds his fists together and smiles.
Tiki Tommy: Like beef? (You wanna fight?)
Maui Pete: get ready to catch cracks (get beaten up) brah.
Pete lunges forward and tackles Tiki Tommy using Potence. He slams Tommy on the ground and pins him there using his body weight, then waits to see Tommy’s reaction.
Tommy spits out a little blood as he gets up from what looks like an indent in the dark nothingness.
Tommy: Man! That strength. I wonder where ya could have gotten dat from? Akamai (smart) little Tori (Toreador) acting like a big ole Witch (Brujah).
He smiles wide exposing his blood covered teeth.
Tommy: Musta wen cockroach! (Must have stolen it!)
Wiping his tongue across his teeth, he removes the left over blood.
Tommy: So ono (delicious), yeah? But you’re gonna have to try harder than dat. HANA HOU! (Once more!)
Maui Pete: What are you trying to prove here, dundi (fool)? Is this some kind of bush meat (game) to you?
Pete bursts at Tommy using Celerity, sweeps his legs out from under him, grabs him by the back of the neck, and then then slams his face right into Pete’s knee.
Maui Pete: Now coolu-down (simmer down)! This fighting is jazz (nonsense). Say wetin (why) you here?
Tommy: (Speaking with a bruised and split lip from Pete’s attack) I’m not here. You know that. I’m dead. Think about about it! We’re using recent slang. I died in 41!
He smiles, causing blood to spill from his mouth.
Tommy: I’m you telling you to MAN UP!
Tommy uses Celerity to quickly uppercut Pete.
Tommy: Those wahines (girls) in your life. Jane. Evelyn. Coconut. They’re in danger and you gotta act less like a depressed bar drunk and more like what’s in your blood!
He wipes the blood off his split lip with his sleeve.
Tommy: You have to utterly destroy those who threaten those close to you. Destroy body and soul.
Pete Maui backs up with his arms down in a non-threatening manner and responds in a somber tone
Maui Pete: I know you’re dead, braddah. I think about that all the time. And I know the sistahs are in danger. But I don’t know where it lays. Can you give me some kokau (help) finding it?
The apparition of Tiki Tommy shakes his head as if waking up from sleep and then appears without blood or bruises.
Tommy: The problem isn’t finding it. The problem is that it’s coming after your people. It’s at the doorstep and the door ain’t locked. I just want you to make sure you can let loose enough to deal with it with everything at your ability.
He suddenly bares his fang and the whites of his eyes go blood red.
Tommy: I need you to stop thinking about me. To stop thinking about December 7th. Accept what happened and stop feeling guilty every time you look at Coconut!
Maui Pete: Fair enough, bruddah. I know you aren’t real, but I take what you are saying to heart. I will be ready for whatever is coming after us. I will tear it apart like a luau pig.
Tiki Tommy smiles and begins to disappear. Simultaneously, the world appears to dim.
Tommy: Grind (consume) the dinuguan (blood).
Just as he and the world are about to fade away, the sound of a ukulele rendition of Bad Moon Rising can be heard in the far distance.
Tommy: It’s starting now. You better pick up your phone, brah.