Run For Me Baby (Open)

[Georgia Levita]

Thump, thump thump…

The music pulsed, thudded and shook her head, heavy beats dancing twice the speed of her heart. Gia’s heart beat steadily; the muscle tensing powerfully inside her chest with even, controlled pumps. Her chest rose and fell, heaving under the restraint of the tight sports bra that left her bare, muscled midriff on show but thankfully covered up anything else. Her body was working hard but she was far from out of breath, it was obvious how used to this she was.

Evening was turning to night, the city bustle changing and settling. Partygoers were at home tonight, getting ready for their nine am start in the morning, the only ones out here now were the predators, the insomniacs and those up to no good, Gia was a little bit of all three. People might have given the barely clad woman some strange looks as she raced past with the sport headphones slung across her head wearing long pants that were bound with black tape around the knees and ankles. Gloves covered her hands thankfully but she couldn’t run like this with her chest covered or she’d be drenched in sweat, werewolves were always running hotter.

Now what Gia was doing wasn’t something near so tame as simply jogging, that wouldn’t be anywhere enough for her body to handle and the fact was she was trying to exhaust herself. It had been a long time since she had given in to the change, given in and hunted and it was making her skin itch, she felt like she was covered in ants, it was sickening. If it wasn’t for the fact she was in the city with very little to hunt she would have changed right out but she didn’t want to risk taking her wolf form and pulling down some human in poor judgement. Instead she was doing one of her favourite activities that didn’t involve computers, she was freerunning.

She wasn’t exactly leaping across rooftops at the moment, in fact she had only begun ten minutes ago and was still warming up, her long muscles finally stretching out and relaxing. A wall was fast approaching her, only seven foot or so onto a row of garages that led to balconied apartment blocks. Her eyes cast quickly as she worked out her route and then she sped up, long loping strides controlling her motions she planted the ball of one foot into the wall and pressed hard, bounding up. In a moment she had her hands on the top of the wall and hauled herself up, kicking off the lip and sprinting across the low garage roofs toward the balconies.

Ahead of her were the apartments, their balconies a good four foot above her, not out of reach but not a straight step out. She moved fluidly, her muscles rippling as she ran toward them, jumped, planted one foot on the wall to her left and propelled herself to the right, grabbing the bar that connected the fencing of the balcony to the roof, spinning around it almost like a stripper before hauling her ass onto the solid ground and running. She heard people shout as she landed in front of their windows but she was far too busy laughing, sprinting along from balcony to balcony with lycan speed, leaping easily from one to the next.

By the time she reached the last one she was laughing aloud, her music drowning out the sounds of angry people opening their windows and looking after her. She grabbed the last railing easily and launched herself out into empty air, landing hard and rolling thankfully across grass. It had been a twelve foot drop and would have been a pain in the ass to land on concrete after that. Disappearing from the sight of the locals she skirted around down an alleyway, practising her techniques always made her feel better.