Bells of Christmas- Loreena McKennitt
It was a cold and windy night as V climbed the craggily old stone walls of a long abandoned church, his grip ever firm as he scaled the uncertain surface of the churches steeple, making his way to the bell tower nearby. The ropes had been cut in half, so as to discourage intruders, but that did not stop V from fulfilling his latest prank.
He reached the top, smiling as he gazed over London's silent terrain, everyone would be asleep now, including Sutler.
'The perfect moment,' he thought as Big Ben struck one on Christmas morning.
He jumped, and pulled the rope of the first bell, giving it a sound tug as he smiled beneath the mask.