"Ya know..." Heather said. "I'll admit, I've done plenty of things, most of them for exactly three people, me, myself, and I. I haven't CARED about who got hurt, if it got me what I wanted, it's every dragon for herself, right? But in spite of what you might think of me... I've never intentionally killed someone.... like you just did." Heather said, something very different, and dangerous in her tone.
"Shut up." John said not giving Heather and her insane another thought.
"No, you shut up." In a flash of a cobra strike, Heather's jaws were around John's neck, before he or Kim could react, Heather's jaws closed around it, severing his head. He fell to the ground, gasping for air with lungs he no longer had. Blood poor like a river from the stump.
"MURDERER!" Kim breathed fire all over Heather's face, in her blind rage and instinct forgetting Heather was as immune to fire as her.
"You shut up too." Heather simply said before without hesitation closing her fangs around Kim's neck, kill her and heading her to slowly die. And Heather knew she wouldn't be too far behind. She now had two bloody stumps oozing blood by the gallons. Heather in a moment of charity, became aware that her plan to simply escape into the woods at her current size was a fantasy. The zoo would have its hands full explanation where the dragon had come from, along with explaining to the families of the dragon if an investigation by the government happened, but the national guard would likely be called in to deal with the beast.
John and Kim's severed heads continue to try and speak even if they no longer had lungs to breath out words. The scene was too gruesome for Heather in spite of the terrifying and manipulative persona she wore over her fixation with dragons... she threw up... And it turned out... the dragon heads shared the same stomach... as the egg emerged from Heather's mouth... amazingly intact.
Heather knew she was going to bleed to death sooner than later, looks like being immune to flame had some draw backs if her fire couldn't burn the wound close. Heaving behind Kim and John's still dying heads, she gently picked up the egg in her mouth, and began to wander away...
'They wanted to kill you, just for what you MIGHT become... and I say I was the monster this whole time?' Heather thought to her egg. Following instincts she didn't even know she had, Heather dug, burying the large egg underneath the earth, the shell apparently a lot hardier than it looked. Heather felt dizzy, she didn't have much time left.
All her schemes of escaping, all her plans, all her power fantasies, all her ego trips, all her manipulations, and this was too. Oh well. At least she could say in her selfish life she had finally added something to the world.
She left the egg, she had to be as far away from it as possible when she died... or they find it... destroy it, or even worse, use her whelp as a zoo animal like she'd been... No, she wouldn't see her egg face that fate as well. Instincts were a beotch.
Her gigantic body got heavier and heavier, she wondered how they'd dispose of her carcass before the rot caused a epidemic or something. Well, it wasn't her concern anymore. Was she going to Hell? Yeah, definitely, no two ways around that. But at least... she finally gave something... Heather's behemoth body stopped moving, her heart stopped pumping, and the dragon closed her eyes and did not wake up.