Cicero sat in a shack in the woods somewhere near Falkreath and sighed. He knew he three options. He'd even written them down and placed them on a rock out in front of him, yes he did! Option one was to barge into the fort where the Listener and the Listener's friends were, where he'd likely die. That didn't sound too appealing at all, so he scrapped that one. The second option was going to the Dawnstar Sanctuary where Nazir and Babette were, but then again, they'd kill him before he could say a single word.
The last option, and probably the most logical was to go the Jorrvaskr. The Listener was also a Companion so they'd save the Listener and the wolf twins! Cicero laughed joyfully, clapping his hands. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" he cheered, gleefully. "Cicero shall go to the Companions for aid!" He giggled and gathered his things, making sure not to leave evidence that he was there. He stepped over the corpse of the woman he'd killed and began making his way towards Whiterun.
"Aela!" The huntress turned to look at the newest whelp with a raised eyebrow. "What is it, whelp?" she demanded, not liking her lunch to be disrupted. "Um... There's a... Jester asking for you." Aela furrowed her brow. A jester? The only jester she knew was the one that followed Lurch around. She got up and headed upstairs. The moment she opened the door, she knew it was the same Jester.
Cicero was talking away, making jokes and dancing around making everyone in the mead hall laugh. Aela shook her head. If Cicero was here only to make a fool of himself, why did he ask for her? "Cicero!" The jester looked up and his demeanor changed instantly. He approached her and spoke. "Vilkas found Farkas, but in a most unfortunate turn of events." Aela raised an eyebrow, but remained silent so Cicero could continue. "The Silver Hand took them and locked them up, only then did they find one another. But they also took poor Cicero's Listener in the process!"
Aela knew that Cicero's "Listener" was Lurch, her Harbinger. She said nothing, only gathered her things and pulled Cicero with her as she left the hall. Farkas was alive and probably pissed, Lurch was likely losing what little sanity he had and Vilkas was more likely than not angry and close to pulling out his hair.
As it would turn out, Aela was quite right. Lurch sat in his cell mumbling and occasionally screeching, making Vilkas highly annoyed. Of course Farkas was just kicking and hitting his cell door, trying to get it open, adding to Vilkas's annoyance and onto his already massive headache.
Vilkas's head snapped up when he heard a door open. Three of the Silver Hand walked in and went straight for Farkas's cell. Farkas pressed himself against the back wall, ready to turn if he needed to. The Silver Hand stepped into the cage and one used a subduing spell, making Farkas fall over, weak.
The three carried the big man out of the cell and into another room.
Vilkas could only glare at the three guards as they carried his brother away. What they were going to do to Farkas, Vilkas had no idea. But he could imagine. Of course... Farkas sudden screaming didn't leave much to the imagination. They were torturing him. After awhile, Vilkas had to cover his ears and huddle in the corner. He didn't want to hear his brother screaming in torment. He swore he could faintly feel the pain those... Monsters were inflicting upon his brother.
He wanted to cry. To scream, but nothing would come out but a choked whine. He shivered in fear for his brother. Vilkas hated the thought torture. If you were going to kill someone, do it quickly or let them die fighting. Don't kill them slowly, it's cruel. Vilkas was a harsh man. Hot-headed and strict but he had his morals and honor. He hated people who tortured others, like it was a game.
Four hours of screaming stopped as suddenly as it had started. Vilkas feared the worst. Soon, several guards came in and placed Farkas back in his cell, then left. Vilkas eyed his brother carefully, checking for life. When he saw the faint rise and fall of the other's chest, he left out the breath he'd been holding. It seemed Farkas had handled four hours of torture before passing out. Of course, that wasn't really comforting.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, muttering prayers to Arkay and Talos to let Farkas live... To let them both live to see the light of day again. He wanted to see Aela, Vignar, hell, he wanted to see Cicero! He sighed once more. He didn't want to be a Companion any more. There was too much risk to not only himself, but to Farkas. When the other woke up he'd talk to him about it.